I want to live
the thought of even marveling the concept, it enchants me,
which explains the erupting love I have for myself sometimes...
I wonder
who would not show up to the celebration of my birth?
What were their reacions and feelings be?
Am I the only one who is seduced by the concept of being strained down with life?
Why do I speak in such a way? People would be very enthusiastic, or would they?
Does anybody else ever feel so hopeful?
If you position this infront of a mirror, you would understand.
Maybe after all, I was right, it be the easiest task.
Just Thoughts
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