Shinny Shoes
"Visão é a arte de ver o que está invisível para os outros" - Jonathan Swift 18/february/2019 I'm a life-a-holic. I see life as my work, my work as my life and I don't ever want to forget how amazing it feels to feel alive. Yet I once did, I lost sight of my future and my dreams, I kept going with the drop of hope I had, and with the little strengh left I made my prayers, because the one thing that could make me stop was there, hitting me hard, and I was letting it beat me for a reason I can't explain, and that was the lack of hope. For a couple months I felt hopeless, I felt weak and I wanted to die, because it was a burden to live. I looked around and saw no point. Why do it if it's pointless? Why get up from bed and work my ass for something useless? Why does the world go 'round and 'round and still we see mean people winning the game? And then my prayers got an answer, I understood stuff that were rig