Vague

She cant hold the conversation. He cant hold his tongue. Everything is ending, theres no use pretending. Tension builds, tears collapse.  Stop the torture, stop the drama. You don't deserve the attention. Just live, stop dreaming about death.

    It doesn't matter how hard i try to understand the people in my life, to me, they shall always be an enigma. Sometimes our traditions seem pointless and vague. What is the greater reason? Where do these emotions come from. This makes no sense, yet I am only certain of one thing... "Sábio é aquele que conhece os limites da própria ignorância".  I'm aware of my ignorance, of my flaws, of my weaknesses. Now is time to search for my strengths.