–––what is IT you’re waiting for?!”
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Recommended song to dress your background with, while you read << *no attempt to make you feel personally attacked by the use the second person, this is all for the drama
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––––––––––––––––––To grow some balls?
To pretend you know it all? La vie n’attend pas de sans faute.
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*Nor that you’ve made your order. What is it you’re waiting for?! Someone to hold your hand? Both. Or perhaps a note from your phone: “AI recommends one task left for today: rely on someone else to make a decision, and thrive in pretence.”
Writing history, even your own, demands ownership. Responsibilities, miseries, errors, transacting with the belated enemy. Lack of consciousness to rewind and replay. It’s over and done. GET OVER IT. and repeat this:
Instead of talking, gather the pieces. The act of achieving. Suffering, compromising. Thrilling, terrifying. Today’s youth aims for the fame, the hard work removed.
The new rich, they know how to digitally rule.There’s you, copying and pasting to become the cool kid. Your mate’s playlist helping building what you’ve never been.
Life’s too short to be another clone, to belong to culture’s drones. Knowing your references is sacred. Shape them unique. Stop stealing – from lives who’ve seen, who’ve lived++++++++++++++
What is it you’re waiting for?!
The parental approval? The struggle to please, which will never cease. Because you come second. And your sibling is the evidence. Please as much as the sun rises, no differences. Are you waiting for a tap on the shoulder, to praise your splendour? Bad timing. You can suck another dick. And keep on mimicking.
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––Since you seem to be excelling.
Inspiration can be a gift, until you overdo it. Don’t wait for it, create it. Become the masterpiece that unveils never seen magic. Visualise the threads to your highest self. What is it you’re waiting for?! For them to take you out, and pay all of your extras? What will YOU bring them? The blessings from fake gods and goddesses? On the other side, the walking wallet. Ripped, preferably. Six or nine, ideally. Smart and kind. Letting you live the single life at the same time.
That’ll be it__________________________
The art of projecting, the mastery that keeps on blaming. Everything will be gone real quick. Promise. Before you’ll get back to pretending. Aka the stolen shine. From someone you used to admire; today you made them better. You, lower. Exact reproduction, appropriating without amending.
*you could have said thanks at least.
endless love
beautiful to read these words, right back at you xx