can you see me now?

in the past.

i used to wish away my life and times.

i was younger then. even more naive than i am currently. [if thats at all possible] life used to be the barbed wire of torture and torment i would cast about my shoulders daily. it pierced my skin. drew blood. how i suffered!

realisation: why do this to one's self? why give so much power away to others - in all probability - more screwed up than i?

* find the beauty within.

* make your own joy.

* all else will follow.

and one day - i will become less invisible. to myself. and to the world.

one day, i too will be truly happy.

[there's no way to turn around]

show me love till im screaming for more.