Monsterity

Monsters don't belong to fairy tales. They live with us, in us. They feed us and take care of us until we become a good monster who can take care of little new borns until they achieve the highest degree in monsterity, what we call humanity, just because it sounds better. Who fail to reach that goal, are the world's looser heroes that may survive somehow and spread one day what it really means ''Humanity''.

Nothing

My first love was a mess. My first kiss was a mess. My first fuck was a mess. My first alcohol experience, my first weed experience, my first real friendship, my first engagement, all my first experiences were messed up. But I always went for a second one or a third one or... I never gave up. From where came all those hopes and motivations to continue?

Why am I always tired but not enough to stop? Why am I always stronger-just a little more stronger-than any shit I'm going through? Maybe that's why the shit never stops coming through my life.  Maybe someday I should give up and not to give a fuck about all the shit awaiting to jump over to my life one after another or maybe all together, and say: go fuck yourselves; I'm done. But I have a naive imagination of a life without shit that makes me like a child who digs the back yard to find her treasure. I'm at the point to find out that there is no treasure. But what is next? Nothing! Then I'm digging to find nothing to avoid 'Nothing'. 

ME

Dear Me inside me, please stop talking to me, because your voice is destroying me and the Me outside of me.