in primary school, I was called a dreamer. not because of having big visions but living in my own world. I was one of the fav girls but also the strange outsider
I walked through different milieus like artist having different periods
that's when I started diving deep into new worlds, coming back to the surface and keeping what I found on the ground
i don't know if I was put or I created it myself, anyways, I was an outsider. but that never mattered to me because there were always people who liked me and wanted to spend time with me. I felt like a witch, a lonely easy rider, a wolf and a queen. and there were always other fellows as shiny and weird as me.
as child I tried to convince everybody.
i thought this would ease some pain.
well, neither it worked nor was it healthy for me
still, from time to time, I feel this urge to convince others.
that sounds weird when the header says: rebel years?
well, for me, it makes perfectly sense.
i did not use drugs or alcohol until I was twenty because I wanted me to be different. from the beginning, I hated judgemental thoughts and correlated behaviour. even, when I was the one judging them. most of my life, I created separation between them and me. in my world, everything was beautiful. I never understood why I was pushed to fit in. i couldn't articulate what I meant because their language was different from mine. later, I figured out, that they felt uncomfortable about being irritated. and now, I think I know, that I am somehow exactly like others, too. and yes, we are connected and I want to be connected.
but still, I feel best when allowed to be myself.
are you still waiting for the loud rebellious action?
sorry to disappoint you.
well, there can be rebellion in and through us, just by being ourselves.
moreover, rebellion is anger...
I remember when I was 17 years old.
wait, my communication skills were quite strong back then.
anyway,
I didn't care about people's feelings,
the only thing one could count on was
my brutal honesty...
...arguing in a way
no way, no chance
that one could overlook the mirror
presented
same with me
it was faster
than thinking
#nofilter
you must?
you better don't tell me
what I must
or mustn't do
however, one day
i discovered
it hurts
i didn't want to continue
hurting me, hurting you
rebellion is anger
healing and less anger
pursuing transformation
love
still,
thanks anger
thanks rebellion
for making me
stronger
for still
being by my side
caring left me
less bold
not so brave
it took
some time
to realise
how much I changed
anyway,
it is already happening
changing again
hoping
I will manage to
combine the best
of it all
still,
I feel the freedom
freedom of intense
and brutal honesty
please, read the buttons love, feminism,..
I walked through different milieus like artist having different periods
that's when I started diving deep into new worlds, coming back to the surface and keeping what I found on the ground
i don't know if I was put or I created it myself, anyways, I was an outsider. but that never mattered to me because there were always people who liked me and wanted to spend time with me. I felt like a witch, a lonely easy rider, a wolf and a queen. and there were always other fellows as shiny and weird as me.
as child I tried to convince everybody.
i thought this would ease some pain.
well, neither it worked nor was it healthy for me
still, from time to time, I feel this urge to convince others.
that sounds weird when the header says: rebel years?
well, for me, it makes perfectly sense.
i did not use drugs or alcohol until I was twenty because I wanted me to be different. from the beginning, I hated judgemental thoughts and correlated behaviour. even, when I was the one judging them. most of my life, I created separation between them and me. in my world, everything was beautiful. I never understood why I was pushed to fit in. i couldn't articulate what I meant because their language was different from mine. later, I figured out, that they felt uncomfortable about being irritated. and now, I think I know, that I am somehow exactly like others, too. and yes, we are connected and I want to be connected.
but still, I feel best when allowed to be myself.
are you still waiting for the loud rebellious action?
sorry to disappoint you.
well, there can be rebellion in and through us, just by being ourselves.
moreover, rebellion is anger...
I remember when I was 17 years old.
wait, my communication skills were quite strong back then.
anyway,
I didn't care about people's feelings,
the only thing one could count on was
my brutal honesty...
...arguing in a way
no way, no chance
that one could overlook the mirror
presented
same with me
it was faster
than thinking
#nofilter
you must?
you better don't tell me
what I must
or mustn't do
however, one day
i discovered
it hurts
i didn't want to continue
hurting me, hurting you
rebellion is anger
healing and less anger
pursuing transformation
love
still,
thanks anger
thanks rebellion
for making me
stronger
for still
being by my side
caring left me
less bold
not so brave
it took
some time
to realise
how much I changed
anyway,
it is already happening
changing again
hoping
I will manage to
combine the best
of it all
still,
I feel the freedom
freedom of intense
and brutal honesty
please, read the buttons love, feminism,..