I am a legacy of my mother
She is the woman, and to think about it, human who has impacted my growing the most.
I am a chip of her. Perfectionist, fucked up bossy, yet quiet & solo-istic(if there is such a word), very egoistic, highly sharp & quickwitted. Find excuses for myself that I am always correct, even when externally i choose to give in. I am afraid of failing, yet not worried about screwing things up. Failure is defined as when things dont happen MY way, & things screwed up when things dont go OTHER PEOPLE'S WAY.
& one more thing, rebellious.
Only part of me which follows my dad is that i have a much softer temperment, a much cooler head, which does not give me the right combo.
Its like having a cannonball with not a cannon, but a pistol. All the ammo in the world, but no gun. My enemy at my feet, with a sword up his neck, but without the will to kill.
Bleargh.
A side note, will i be able to kill someone with the person looking straight into my eyes?
Hell i dont wanna know.
In the multitudes of experiences, one must experience heaven and hell. Where one sets one's beliefs in unmoving stone, that is one's faith. And mine is set in love, in companionship, in living. And music, beauty, words, smiles, laughter, magic and coffee.
About Me
- Xavier
- Youth. Self Proclaimed (or maybe just a lofty fantasy) global citizen. Idealist. Wants to change the world. Thus crazy like hell. Has issues with sloth! (how am i supposed to change the world now?) Dreamer and wanderer
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