my daughter always cheers me up, she can see when dad is sad or mad and she has her own ways in doing. and I love her for that
I am serious, sometimes I feel like I just talk and talk and people probably get offended once in a while. Ive bumped into all sorts of individuals, people who I have supposedly offended, are one. I don’t do it on purpose. But this makes me wonder, (yes i wonder a lot), people don’t like to be told the truth. Why can’t we express ourselves all the way? Have you ever thought about crazy people? I actually wrote a seven paper essay on what is “insane” to me. How can someone define somebody else as insane if we don’t know what normal is. I think, so-called insane people to society, are people who are truly living. People who can’t and will not hold in how they feel. If I go outside and run like a maniac holding up a sign that says “gangsters should get a job and stop acting pathetic” ill probably get shot! I can’t do that, I have walk the street like a “normal” person. Pretend life is the greatest thing. Pretend I have a job to do. Hold inside what I really feel about gangsters, you, her. I admire insane people, does that make me insane?
If I could create a whole new world where I can define it as reality in my perspective, it will probably lie along the lines of fantasy and magic. I love dreams, imagination, the unrealistic. I will turn all of that into my world. I wouldn’t wish for “I want a perfect world” or “I want for all the poor people to have something to eat every day”, just like every usual human being. Everything has it’s reason right? o.O My world would be a place where insane people can run around wild all day long; where I can have a paradise made up of dark and white angels; where I can sleep all day without having a stress or worry; where I can have tea parties with each and every ancestor of mine. A world that is not right or wrong. A world where you can express yourself where people do not judge without knowing. A world where imagination is a big factor for you to live
I am a 23 year old guy who is currently working and taking care of my daughter (Dani Bug). I am mostly known as the person who writes about life on his blog and facebook. I love to write and express myself, the only bad thing is I am horrible at it. People have judged me and criticized my writing skills before, it only makes me want to write more. It’s not about talent, or perfect grammar; it’s not about the right english words, or making sense, it’s about opening your mind and putting it down on a screen or paper. It’s about expressing, it does not matter whether your reader does not understand! Well in this case at least, my words go through you one way or another. At least you tried to read my lines, or you read and understood. Don’t let people bring you down, trust me I’ve been there several times already where someone is holding me from my leg trying to pull me towards them as I fly high above. I won’t let myself go to their level, I have more to offer.
& if my heart were to be broken and never be replaced; It wouldn’t hurt as much as losing you; it’s a disgrace. Grandmama of all times, your journey began at 6 am two days ago. I was there with you. Believe me I was there with you. & of all the things that never went through my head, I knew you loved me when you looked at me with those eyes and said, “it hurts baby; it hurts.” I told you everything will be alright. Look at you now. Have I failed you? Have I failed you?! I lost control when I walked in your room and saw you in your bed with a cloth rapped around your chin and head. I knew you had left us. I fell down to the floor grandmama, I fell down next to your bed and hugged your corpse. I told you I loved you as my tears fell on your cheek. Joaquin was next to me, he cleaned them off your pretty face. I miss you so much. A couple of hours before, you were awake and now I’ll never see your eyes again. R.I.P.
“Weapons? Weapons for what? The key to a person’s pain is emotions. Tell them the right truth and you can break them into pieces. Even if they try to hide it, you’ll notice when someone is dying inside their own bodies. The truth is what an individual should hold on to because with it you can hurt or bring happiness. The world revolves around it. If you haven’t notice it tends to create your life. Are you truly who you say you are? When you claim you don’t give a f*. When you state you’re strong, are you truly who you say you are? Well truth can push you off the edge of that cliff and you might fall in denial. It can kill anyone without them knowing. & even if you walk around with a huge smile, I know that reality might just be torturing your soul. It offends you doesn’t it? When someone goes up to you and tells you who you truly are. “No, That’s Not Me!” Yeah, keep that locked inside your mind and let it run around. It’ll soon drive you crazy. It’ll soon start eating your brain cells that you won’t be able to sleep at night just thinking about it. Weapons? You don’t need no freaking weapons!”