nemo supremo

at last i understand,
we hurt others by our very existence.
that's just the way we live.
we need to learn to forgive.
need to realize that existence is to be shared.
we're not just here to exist;
but to find the strength to co-exist.
it may start from something small,
it may even seem impossible.
but we must start from somewhere.
the name's nouem.
pronounced as 'new-um'.
don't waste your time trying to decide who i am, what i am becoming, where i have been or where i am going. i have a disguise that is so thin it is quite surprising that people can’t see right through me. yet i don't strive to be something i will never be and i don't live life the way others want me to live it. i wear my wounds and imperfections on the tip of my tongue. my voice is never very clear nor stable, it shakes almost as badly as my hands do. and although i have lost interest in most things, i no longer hate, hold grudges, regret or let the past hold me back. i am struggling. struggling on reinventing myself, struggling on keeping my sanity, and struggling to not let the rampant ugliness in this world overshadow the rare beauties that is left. i know what i have and i know what i lack in life. each and every passing day is a constant reminder of what exactly i am missing and i live to find it.
xkonfusionism