westid

_{a man’s a man for all that}

when it will all change is never. always will, always been. doesn’t pay off being clever. i’m not going to make it through this forever but whatever

it’s not what we have got that makes us what we are – the things you own will come to own you – it’s what we made ourselves into. some of us needed a bit of help. some of us didn’t need telling twice. doesn’t tell you or anyone else, but you know that they were just looking for an excuse after years of frustration that you never just hurried up and gave them any

having looked into the windows through your eyes and into your hearts. take it slowly, step by step. one painstaking dive into someone else’s utter insanity at a time. it never changed the colours of me inside but it must have blackened a bit in there by now …

all the hatemongering does is show me the devastating truth that you’re not scared of what you think you know about me. also that there is nothing you know about me. but you’re petrified when you consider how horrible things are gonna be when these people work out your vested interest in – albeit a total failure you didn’t accomplish / sadistic betrayal of everyone who ever stayed to hear you out when you started talking – the sorry attempt at engineering my early demise

come on then, what’s next? surely you haven’t just completely ran out of ideas but it does look that way. one visible clue is the fact that i’m still here. never went anywhere. had a nice holiday but i came home now and one thing’s for damn sure, i’m here to stay

the problem you have found with me, though you had never before had to deal with the likes of me, is that no matter how many times you cut me down i will fucking grow back. but the growing doesn’t stop there. i’m not going to stop until there’s nothing left at all. of you, of your contention that came about simply because i exist. and you didn’t fucking run me anywhere. every twatty thing you took great care to try and prepare, story of your flimsy little escapades you were too humiliated – because you fucked it up and didn’t think your plan would result in having to live it down – to share

PS: i just want to mark my appreciation my disciples’ that didn’t waste a mini moment and made their faithful pilgrimage as soon as i broke the silence and let forth. i don’t know how i come to deserve such dedication, especially since you probably deserve a better reading spot than what i left you to work with