fight I want, not about you and not for you. I want to fight for me, for my own pride and my own realization.
How long was I miserably on the ground, have been thinking about lost time together and I completely lost myself in the surreal.
But after weeks of failure of my own existence and my own reality, I began to find my place again in society.
They allege I will not, I would myself now firmly in place which I have found me, but I can say that my heart and my soul are now free of pain.
also not the perfect pain I am now going on, but that pain the only fully conscious of thinking about it hurts.
However, I must confess that despite my development of the last week, I doubt can not be master. So I spend hour after hour with the processing of their own being and the statement about the fact that this creature was probably more of a child as adult.
It is this dichotomy between the two worlds can be, I often strive for my goals, because the youthful madness to live life with no expectations.
So I did not win the fight against society, but the struggle with oneself, one's own achievement in the world but not our own.
