.I:Want:To.

I want to do so many things that they all seem so irrelevant at the time I think about them as a conglomeration.

I want to do so many things that when I try to fix them into a list I realize that they’re impossible to accumulate at once.

I feel so many things that whenever I try to concentrate only in one of my sensations, it seems as if I were standing in a crowd.

I’ve failed in so many things that whenever I feel like I deserve better, I probe myself wrong.

I’ve failed in so many things that whenever I think that I’m better than someone else, I feel the paviment defiguring my face.

I’ve failed in so many things that it doesn’t matter how many times I win, I’m still last.

I’ve done so many things I don’t want to.

I haven’t done so many things that I really want to do.

I have so many things to do that it tires me to think about it.

I’ve done so many things that I am tired of doing things at all.

I’ve felt so many things I shouldn’t feel.

I haven’t felt the way that I’m supposed to feel.

I have felt so many things at the same time that I forget what I felt in the first place.

I’ve thought about so many things that are not worth my time.

I haven’t thought about many things that I should think about.

I’ve forgotten to think so many things that I can’t even recall right now what things those are.

I’ve felt identified with so many songs that I fee generalized.

I haven’t heard one single song that fairly resembles my feelings.

I haven’t written one single song that satisfies me as an artist.

I am an artist that isn’t an artist at all in reality.

I want to dissappear.

~ por moattilliata en Abril 22, 2009.