This fight is not equal. The rules change along your certainty. “This is not a fight”, it is not. Sometimes it’s a race, the fall in the abyss, a piece of writing, an apology made from your heart. When you return, you strike a blow filled with vengeance, only to find you tried to hit […]
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I think I was in seventh grade when I had to learn how to deal with pressure. I used to cry too easily when things went wrong. I hated being confronted by others, not necessarily scolded, but having to argue with them. My world crumbled easily. These memories of fragile times came back while I
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You hurt me as much as your last stray bullet. I can only feelthe present,medicine I took hours agoisn’t enough to save me now. Keep throwing me a rope.A long one,because my hands are scissors,and I’m sorry,but I can’t helptearing it down I’m sinking.Or did you make me sink? I’m nothing more thanwhat happens in
When light fades away and nothingness turns endless, will I be able to see better in the dark? Will I see further than I ever dreamt? Will the dark enfold me gently with the same light that I once called my own?
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A text without meaning, with no importance beyond the practice of moving the pen from bottom to top because there was no pencil. Just as well, as I would probably erase it all afterwards. That’s the difference between pencil and pen. One can be erased, the other cannot. Like all the actions a person can
Far too good at disappearing. I arrive with ease,then leave without a sign,a breeze that passes and is lost in time. A passenger. A nomad who leaves a trace,and goes A passenger. I don’t dream of memories to make. A passenger. Temporary in those I touch. A passenger. Drifting on, with neither sail nor course.
My fears had become reality. I was in pain. I arrived at the venue forty minutes early. I was nervous, surrounded by people who all seemed to be in much better shape than I was. But the race wasn’t against them, it was against myself. Fearing discomfort, I decided to run a hundred metres to
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25th April – 7:13 Like all somewhat cliché stories, the day after I wrote about how great the previous week had been, something happened. I decided that Monday would be the last day I would run until today. I wanted to surpass ten kilometres to be mentally prepared for the pain I would face today.
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Carve it Carve it within yourself Carve it into the path that you take Carve it into the winds that you sail Carve it into the land Carve it into the sea Carve it into those that you meet Carve it into your body Carve it into metaphors Carve it into matters that can´t be
BelieveSoar highPull out your aceWherever you areAnd play itChange your worldAnd turn your game aroundBe the HeroOf your own lifeAnd remember“Heroes never lose”They are the only onesCapable of turningMiraclesDreamsAnd HopesInto Realities A few days ago, I came across this. A message from the past to face an uncertain future. The person who wrote it still
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