///A story of one scream\\\

 

Today we need to be confident in ourselves. To glow and spark with the knowledge that we know what we are doing. Make confident decisions and speak our minds with confidence. Today we need to be confident in who and what we are. But what if I am not sure? 

 

I'm not sure I can be an artist if I can't draw or sculpt. I'm not sure I want to be an artist, because this path is bladed from start to finish. I'm not sure I should be an artist, even though I've promised it to everyone around me. I'm not sure I dream of being an artist, because I like writing too much. 

 

But it's all a lie.

But it's all a metal lattice of illusion. 

For what I know about myself, everything I'm sure of is like a house of cards.

Pooh! And it's all blown away. 

 

Confidence and insecurity are simply two sides of a coin, each equal.

 

I'm sure that I know my name. But tomorrow I'll definitely forget it.

I'm sure how old I am. But from what day do I count my years?

I'm sure of my aim. But won't that change after a while?

 

Why be sure when everything is so vague? Why be sure if everything is so volatile? Why be sure by putting a new and new definition on yourself. 

 

Limiting your own freedom of narrative.

 

I want so to be sure. But it shackles me with an icy metal. 

I want to be sure so badly that I no longer see a clear picture.

I want so badly to be sure.

At least in my pink letters.

I am sure of it.

I am sure.

 

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Today. Yesterday or tomorrow. Or even the day after tomorrow and the day before yesterday. Just imagine. To yourself. That I smoked all my dreams. One by one. And it's not so bad if you have a packet of cigarettes in your pocket. But I quit smoking.

 

Imagine that. To myself. What's behind my soul where there's nothing else. Except the smoke of dreams. Nothing, they say. But I've become nothing.

 

My lyrics will someday stop starting. With me. Width. With a cigarette and music paused. I can't hear my own thoughts when it. Cools down and lags behind. Like my body.

 

Today. Just no. No as a law. Today there is no me in the future.

 

Imagine it. Because. I can’t more.