For Him

Why do you get to have the ambition and the lust of flying, if you don’t get to have wings? What should you do with your desire? Turn it into frustration? As if there are not enough things that make you feel frustrated in this wicked world, now you have to also bear the incapacity of getting up, of getting up and fly. We don’t need a cage anymore, we are imprisoned in our own lives and our own bodies.

But You know what? I don’t want to play this game, I am not here for that, I don’t want to be here for that, so this is what I say – if You are not willing to move a finger and make a change, a change that will allow me to break free and fly, then I am not interested in this anymore, I simply refuse to be a part of a sea of nothingness. There are a lot of beings with no past, present, future, no life, no purpose, why would You care about one less? You gave me the capacity of seeing this, of seeing the crowd, the uselessness of their lives, the absurdity, the futility. And now You just expect me to life happily in the same fucking conditions and say nothing?! Feel nothing?! I REFUSE! You can do whatever You want with my life, just take it, if it’s not for any good use, but don’t just leave me here, wandering through life like a lost ship in a stormy sea with no anchor. It is too late for You to do that! For that You should have made me a fucking stupid retarded person that was not able to tell on what planet she was living.

This is not over now! I have to go, but I will be back to take what’s mine or to leave it all.