Emotional insomniac

Just a Poem... Je ne désire rien de tout ce qu'il éclaire ; Je ne demande rien à l'immense univers Alphonse de Lamartine I am too proud to Sell myself that cheap And that sums it up Just nicely If you need some more Then here's some for you I am not for sale! 

Too light to live, too heavy to die Death is knocking inside my head Insistently And its echo is whispering to my ear Infinitely But the body is constraining Unbearably And the heaviest in death People others than me Will carry what once was Me Instantly Handling and mishandling me Expeditiously So I won't smell and Distract their hypocrite sobbing grief So I end up living Desperately But death will come Anyway Naturally Or Accidentally Though always necessarily That's why Certainly Neither suicide, nor natural death would deliver me From the body's heaviness And humans promiscuity

The Fulfilling Virtue of Boredom If you require the lights, Then I am obscure.  If you seek people, Then I am nobody. If you tolerate noise, Then I am silent. If you attend the best parties, Then I am a loner. If you travel places, Then I am thinking. If you want to run, Then I am a slow walker. If you dream to ascend mount Everest, Then I am unadventurous. If you want to earn load of money, Then I am broke. If you are interesting, Then I am definitely boring. If you are happy, Then I am no clown. If you are shining, Then I wish for no tan. If you are beautiful, Then I am ugly. If you think you are exceptional, Then I am a cactus. If you wish to be somebody, Then I am just a stranger. And if all your roads lead to Rome, Then only one path leads to me. And if you pretend to be Achilles, Then I am just the turtle...