Random shit?
Life is the world's greatest mystery. Are we all created out of accident or a greater power we can not seam to understand? We all choose to look at our own lives in different ways. We see what we choose to see and we face the question we choose to face.
My life is all about writing; poetry, stories, songs etc. Beautiful written words mixed with sweat and tears from my own life. The life I live can also be compared to a painting, made of a painter. They mix motives, colours and abstract things. I use words, sentences and feelings. All of us reach out to the world in different ways but we are all equals. We all have a message to spread out and we all do it in our own way. It's not a question of whom does it the best, but how we chose to make a difference in the way we can.
I can't make anybody less confused, unless they chose to become less confused. And I can't make anybody happier unless they chose to become happier... You see all I can do is live my life and if anybody comes along to chare it with me then they are more then welcome...
Now I only live for me, and if you would tell me I live my life wrong then you should find the door out of my life... I don't need anybody to tell me how to live or what to do... I only live for me, and I'm happy to live this way...
Today I'm a princess, the main character in my own life...
