terça-feira, 2 de abril de 2013


Often I find myself asking what makes a man, good or bad.

Is it his actions? or does it goes far closer to the core of his essence, to his thoughts?
This questions  burden me every now and then and I will usually find myself nearly haunted by them afterwards.

Pursuing me when I feel that I'm not being truthful to myself, its when they strike me the most. Is it some sort of identity crisis or is it just normal?

Somewhere along the way I lost what defined me I think. Somewhere along the way, the way stopped being mine and commenced others path in my stead.

I hope I can run, I hope I can become all again.

I hope I'll find that life is still worthwhile.

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