Illicit Impure

You know what? I really dont know as to why I named this submission the way I did. Fact is, I really dont know almost anything anymore.

Its just getting harder and harder. Fact is its all in your thoughts. You think, and hence, you act. You can brave the cold, or be the cowardly bastard that avoids it. Thinking youre weak is only going to make you believe the same. At the end of the day, you just think and think and think, trying to figure out ways out of this mess. Surprise, surprise… nothing there. Can you rest easy? I cant. Dont know why, probably never will. Hell, the only fucking way I can rest easy is knowing I did what I set out to do, but know what? That kinda gets harder if you lack the chance for a change to actually implement it to a notch that MAYBE just might surpass your expectations. I’m not talking about what others think. No fucking way. If you let yourself fall into what others think or say, youre lost to everyone and especially your own damn self. Its just not happening. Maybe it never will. Or maybe it does. Who knows? Who cares? I do. I do care. And I am sick and fucking tired of doing whats been delegated to me the passing years. In the end, I know I did the right thing, even if it was wrong. If it feels right, it is. and to control the right and the wrong is what makes us what we are… perfect, yet imperfect. Twisted? Yea, probably. No one has to be given shit as to what they think about certain things that fuck you over. Its your right. Its your mind. Its your life. Dont give it away for others to live. You being all fucked up may just be the flaw that creates your perfection. Atleast you can rest easy thinking that yes, for once, I did something that FELT right to me without thinking what the fuck the fuckdip down the street thinks. In the end, its just that you live yourself BY yourself, to quote Anselmo. And maybe thats what starts the change…