when it is done
POSTED AT 04:41 PM

duskee

I've been told fairly recently that I still don't know who I am.

At first I was offended, but now, I think there is truth to that.

I know who I am and I know who I want to be. But I have let myself be defined by what I do lately, I think I have somewhere, truly lost me.

I want to exist the way I used to. But this new world is opening its doors to me and I want to go in.

Once I've crossed that barrier, can I still go back?

flight
POSTED AT 08:23 AM

duskee

Man doesn’t need to learn how to fly. I do not need to learn how to fly.

I look up and look out, I see the horizon, I feel the wind, but I will not let go.

Watch me closely, open your eyes.

I flew without flight. I flew without leaving ground.

And there you are spiraling on the thermal looking down on me as I look down on you.

It really doesn’t matter if it doesn’t matter to you.

So as the bruising begins, so will it end.

words
POSTED AT 12:08 PM

duskee

i actually have a lot to say.

but i know i shouldn't say them.

so i'm keeping my mouth shut... bracing my ego...

and hoping that at the end of all of this confusion...

is an 18" pepperoni pizza waiting for me.