Be me

be me. do whatever art music poetry i want. make concept book about chakras, ganesha gives me prosperity until 2048. eat whenever i want. sleep whenever i want. usually up at midnight down at noon. listen to music and rest, come up with great ideas. write in average 5 hours at a time. reach peak writing skill. get compliment "sounds like farsi poetry". show artbook to another redhead. she says "best photographer in sweden". make 1 single own dish ever. bella says "you can win world championship with it". get tortured in a mental ward. after 5 days i just think "what do junkies have to be proud of? nothing. i am proud of what i achieved. if i die 1 second later it wont make a difference. because i made a difference". bella says "no one has ever cared about me, except you". only on facebook she has 3000 accounts. shes had a lot. i made a whole world for her. shes living it. if i ever get there, great. if i still stop existing tomorrow, well, sucks. at least i put in effort. PIE or DIE.