I AM SO LOST WITHIN MYSELF. Everyday I keep pushing and pushing myself to go on and proceed to yet another day until something, SOMETHING "exciting" that doesn't use money shows up or SOME WORK which I LOVED...was being asked for me to do, for I longed to do something that I love. My work, everyday, chores after chores around the house, I HATE. I don't know how to tell Mom for she does look to me as another helping hand and I have never disappoint my own mother. So I am looking for something that I love to do and to do something with passion and with love. I hate all those chores after chores with mom but I do it out of love for her who sacrifice for so many. I know, I am an idiot , but how many, just HOW MANY of you are willing to sacrifice something or ANYTHING for another body, somebody else other than you? Other than your own stomach?
I love surreal art form image. That belongs to me. My tears. My pain. My joy. I think this world best suits me like this. I am always like this. Momma, I long for my passion to write to evolve and this is my passion other than eat , sleep, shit.
