I hate to be in the middle.
I hate when people ask for my opinion.
I hate when people say that I have to do what I hate.
I hate that people think I want to be famous.
I hate that people don’t understand that all I want is to be free, together with them.
I hate to see how the world is burning, but everyone continues as if nothing important is going on. As if all is normal, life continue, people die, that’s normal.
I hate that so many before me got called crazy, got called criminals, got locked away, killed and forgotten.
I HATE THAT!!!
But maybe people are not to blame, but only the money and power it gave.
I don’t hate you guys. I love you. But I am not sure what will happen now.
Will I die, will we die, will we live?
Should I do what I think is right now?
But I guess I will never be ready and time is running out.
And I am just calm sitting here.
My mind is doing this because it felt right.
Is it? Is it right? It feels good. But it also hurts.
But I know it is right. Only my timing… it never was good.