I am proud of you
The strange tide of feelings reach a different altitude in me whenever I hear these words anywhere. Though I never have had the chance to take that exuberant trip these words might give.
I do not know why but deep down there is a burning desire to hear these string of words that can alter one’s soul completely. I want it so bad from the people I love, from the people I respect,from the people who know me and most importantly from the people who have a skeptical vision.
To be really honest I have not done anything yet to deserve what I desire but I still can feel that euphoric feeling of having another soul born into you. The feeling of touching and tasting your desires.
I am not sure if it is my ego or superego or that insatiable need that is driving my mind into delirium. A state where nothing is enough and you do not know what is enough.
This thing has brought me to a realization that what a frightening thing is the ‘human’, so accurate sometimes yet so blurred with his vision. I would love to experience the feelings that the words madness, obsession and passion cranks in you.
But there is a constraint that I have not journeyed enough to be clear of these definitions and I am sure this journey is going to be harrowing. I am not going to lick my wounds of desire. If there is nobody to be proud of me, I myself will be proud of me.
I do not know why but deep down there is a burning desire to hear these string of words that can alter one’s soul completely. I want it so bad from the people I love, from the people I respect,from the people who know me and most importantly from the people who have a skeptical vision.
To be really honest I have not done anything yet to deserve what I desire but I still can feel that euphoric feeling of having another soul born into you. The feeling of touching and tasting your desires.
I am not sure if it is my ego or superego or that insatiable need that is driving my mind into delirium. A state where nothing is enough and you do not know what is enough.
This thing has brought me to a realization that what a frightening thing is the ‘human’, so accurate sometimes yet so blurred with his vision. I would love to experience the feelings that the words madness, obsession and passion cranks in you.
But there is a constraint that I have not journeyed enough to be clear of these definitions and I am sure this journey is going to be harrowing. I am not going to lick my wounds of desire. If there is nobody to be proud of me, I myself will be proud of me.