




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.
And yet…
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.
Monologue apart,
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?
KISS
Nádia
