I constantly find myself hurting
any other than me.
I am my worst nightmare.
I push myself too hard,
I demand too much from my body and mind.
I stretch every inch of my limits.
Only by claiming more and more
can I evolve, grow,
be what I should be.
I’ll loose the pressure somehow.
But not yet.
I still have plenty of dreams left to create.
I felt quite powerful and traffic-stopping in this.
And not in a narcissistic way.
More in: “Oh, how strange and yet secure do I look?”
I can’t keep myself from pushing any limits,
especially fashion wise.
The boundaries here are nowhere to be found.
At least it’s how I see the picture.
I’m glad this week is getting to an end.
It was stressful enough.
Now it’s time to start studying
and get my batteries up.
What about you?