#Log: Mantra

So, the problem is not that I need motivation to work.

And the problem is not that I have fears of disappointment or heartbreak.

And the situation doesn’t feel right at all. I don’t feel right at all.

I don’t want to be this way any much longer.

I want to live. I want to live.

I want to hear my heart stop when you’re talking directly with my soul.

I don’t want to be asleep in a damn trance, anymore.

 

I will keep waking myself up when I’m not me.

I’ll  highjack my attention from neutrality to subjectiveness.

I forcefully evoke inside me the feeling of how grateful I should be feeling.

So, Fuck all and any problems. I don’t care, anymore.

It is all in my head, anyway.

 

I am grateful to all the gods and the dimensions in between.

I am grateful for the Angel that is sent my way.

I am grateful for this chance to live by feeling alive.

And I am grateful for your integrity.

I am grateful for your purity, for your pure blood.

I am grateful for the lost time we share in eachother’s eyes.

I am grateful we keep recognising eachother.

I am grateful that you recognize me;

I am grateful for your overwhelming patience.