I see fake people everywhere. People who spend more of their lives on phones made of plastic material more original than the plastic they themselves are made of. People who speak vocabulary so alien that their brains shut up in the process and their tongues want to throw it up. I see fake smiles everywhere. Smiles so plastered and strong; strong enough to hide all the injuries and
I turn on the TV for some water And I see a well He is a politician; with a river of words gushing out of his well of a mouth I pant and reach into his deep deep words. But, alas, I found no water His words were bogus; They were the ramblings of a clueless mind But as deep as they sounded, They lacked substance – Like a well
It’s easy to go through life feeling entitled. This is majorly because you feel other feel for you the way you feel for yourself. And that’s not really a terrible thing. It’s almost the default thing to do in fact; to think people would treat you the way that you would treat yourself. But the truth is that you’ll be rudely shocked to experience quite the opposite; and it is
The Choleric is a thief, and I say that with every humor in me (no one wants to start a fight now) For I am the M in Mr. NIGER D. I am always on the move Tell me somewhere where I have not been; show me people who I have not spoken to; or show me someone who I can’t speak to. Tell me a joke I don’t know.
My name is Jane and I am a karateka. No, scratch that, I am a black belt karateka. Most karate fighters have heard, a least once, that ‘Your belt does not show how good you really are at karate. Your skills define your karate’. But I must humbly say that I am good. Very good. I started karate at the very old age of 15years old. I had just started