There are two parts of me. I am wild and i am jane. I knew, i know and i will always be aware but my logic always saves me from the inner dare-devil that i am.
If someone says life is short, i am almost certain that i will live a primitive life.
FOOD.SEX.SLEEP.
People, there are the ones that enjoy a chaotic young life and ones that take pride in their achievements but lifeless souls.
As the older people say, we drift off, we betray the faith of the ones we love when we hit the question, what else in life?
We need a stroke of ego, we need the fireworks, we need attention, we need to be wanted, we need to feel like the most delicate being in the whole universe...well that's what they say.
I would say in disgust, " you selfish bastard".
Now, its me,myself... Identity crisis, whatever one may call it. I know it by definition.
Feels so good to be noticed, leaving you hungry for more and when not being fed, you hate life, you hate the ones around you.You are not passionate about anything anymore until you get teased with euphoria. Fantasies. The LOOK-AT-ME behaviour, i would describe as. But then, you want to play safe. You stay as jane.
Then we ask, are we lying to ourselves?