just an old blog from awhile back 09/11/2010

I feel like a fish out of water sometimes; suffocating under pressure – the pressure to live, to die; the pressure to be society’s prodigy and the pressure to be me; the pressure of the knowledge that the world is dying and I’m so scared that if I’m not able to heal myself, then how can I heal the world? But I know one thing that has no doubt behind it. I wanna have a voice that is heard. At first I wanted it to be while I was living (but who could blame me, right? ) but now I don’t care when. And if I am a fish out of water, then I am not alone. Words carry strength and courage to everyone, you just gotta hear it. Maybe if we’re all just fish drowning in oxygen, maybe words can be the net that comes to carry us to safety.

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