sazima

Everyday. I fear that something up is against me. I fear that I may sin and the worst would happen to me. I fear that if  I doubt I might go to hell. I fear that everyone would curse and preach at me if I they knew that I don't believe. I don't believe in luck I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in karma I don't believe in heaven or hell. If God was real he would not be a he He would not be a she God would not be holy God would not be evil A god would have no religion A god would not condemn So who are they to judge? who are they to curse? who are they to tell you you would go to hell and get burned how could they

I always hide. Like a diary, or like a small book. I hide from critiques and fools who kept on scrutinizing my actions. I hide my hatred to the ugly and my admiration to the beauty. I hide my fear, happiness, love and almost everything that I feel. I did not want to be a rock that sleeps on the cold grounds who feels nothing hard and stubborn unwanted and took for granted this I wanted to tell them: one day I will give you bruises I will give you scars and all the hurting you have given me for someday I will no longer be a stone but I will be the sky they will look up to and I will pour my tease and laughter upon them.