On days like these it seems like writing keeps the punishing thoughts away All of the dark and depressing fears are kept at bay So long as though my fingertips they go on display
Yes, I am terrified of death Because I know it is inevitable There is no life after death When I think about it I feel a sharp pang of nothing There is no envisionment of an afterlife Of a paradise Because there is none, not for me
Even if I believe in reincarnation It doesn't stop the fear Because all of my memories in this life Will disappear And if I stop writing now These thoughts will invade and my conscience will cave
My passions are overwhelmed by my fears Luckily they are just scattered days on my calendar If I can make it through this one I will make it through the next
I've been teaching myself korean for the past five months and Im already fluent enough to hold decent conversations. I want to be a translator or english teacher, anything to get me off this continent. I found languages are easy for me to learn, quicker than others, so it's become my passion.