Suck You Dry

That's what most people do to you if you let them. Sniveling men, scheming women. They want the life you are living without lifting a finger for it. Nothing is for free in this material existence. I did what I had to to survive and to rebuild myself each and every time. Nobody has helped me. I had me, myself, and god. Prayer was my lullaby. I starved, I cried, I cursed, I shouted, and I fought my way out of those dirty lies people kept telling me. I was never good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, wealthy enough, and the list goes on. I decided to end my frustration and anxiety. I wasn't blaming anybody anymore. This is my call. This is my life and only I get to choose about it.

Took me some time not to be available every time. Most people don't give a fuck about you, anyway. They just want to use you to be more, to feel good more, and to be able to talk about your flaws and mistakes more. I got so damn tired of these little minds. I'm longing for a new crew, a new wave of thoughts, somebody who can rejuvenate my soul. Is there anybody out there with the same desire? Now is the time. I'm more than ready to connect.

I'm not a woman, I'm a spark. I'm not a lover, I'm the love itself. I'm not human, I'm from that galaxy, far far away. I'm not a robot, I'm an artist. I'm not a slave, I'm a creator. I'm not your toy, I'm untouchable. I'm not ordinary, I'm the fire you are longing for.

What's life if not a crazy adventure of self-exposure? What's life if not the impact you can make? What's life if not a mental breakdown? What's life if not constantly pressing the restart button? 

I'm a writer. That's my role in this life. It doesn't mean that I won't do anything else. It only means I would die without writing. This is my talent, my tool, my love, my fate, my enemy, my friend, my poison, my cure, my family, and my tormentor. I'd do it anyway. I'm going to write with my last breath.

your soul spark,

Kata The Nomad