Stop speeding.

I would like to understand the situation that I'm going through. Right now it seems like the sky is cloud again and the air is leaving the room. Somehow I can't get to understand how is this possible.

Is like walking in a thin line where each day I lose balance, it isn't easy... but I guess that's the purpose. What is this that I'm doing? am I knocking doors just because?

Why is it so hard for me to do what he commanded me to do? Is so hard when the world is always trying to tackle you down.

Somehow is always easy to blame the world but this is not because I have a reason to blame it, is because I'm too tired of this weight that I create for my own suffering.

For decades we've heard how good is the human being to sabotage itself... even though we know it,  is not something that just disappears.

I guess the real struggle of being in this world is being able to handle ourselves and being able to overrule our self-bullying.

I'm so tired of you filling my head with fear, rushing every feeling. why do you hate to see me calm? I would like to throw you away from my head.

How to be able to survive hearing that voice saying that you are not able, You know I've struggled with that feeling before. But, God gave me freedom of that demon. I don't need to fight you because eventually, he will leave your mouth shut.

I like how snails embrace their fate, being slow is not a disability is a virtue... being able to handle patience the way they do is amazing.

There is no room for rationality here. Just silence and freedom.

I don't want to be loud, there is enough riot out there.

Everyone want's to be heard because they think they know better. And that's when I come to another dilemma... will I be able of playing a game I know for sure I will lose?

I'm alone, it's me against an imaginary man, he always answers me, in my head. He ignores me and he loves me. Is a fantasy with a real face but with a fake hearth.

I don't know him, I just know what I did. And eventually, it comes to my head that I don't really know me. I've been hiding from myself. Who is this little woman... so fearless and cold?

Did I kill the honest one?

Let's give her a couple of months... she'll be back, she is just watching don't be afraid, she is learning. Stop speeding.