Selfish instinct overcomes;
any depth is overwhelmed.
But what is love if not for self?
All others are but your shadow.
It must be nice, that narcissism.
What’s it like to put you first?
Do you feel guilt and frustration
that can burden others who try?
No, of course not; the world is yours.
So many lies you have been fed.
But maybe lies aren’t what they were,
since you’ve been proven king again.
I finally forced myself to make a writing blog. I’ll probably still subject you guys to most of what I put there, but it’s something I needed to do for myself, to test a theory I suppose. If I have a writing blog, will I commit to this more? After all, I have been slacking in the writing department for one who weakly considers herself a writer.
Also, there’s a chance someone might be interested in my writing without all the fan stuffs and whatnot that end up on this blog. I have seem to have gotten at least a little attention specifically for my words lately.