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I don't know what I was looking for,
in the honey draped lights flashing
in my eyes
And the sound of music
that keeps on playing and playing

And the wind that laps over my face
as the world turns,
Like horses running on axis,
weaving through the lines of shadow
and fireworks
And in their trail, I found
stardust that shimmers and shimmers

I found it confusing sometimes
In the endless mirrors and lights
that spirals in my mind
Like vines coiled around poles
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And the looming sweetness that lingers,
like pink foam swirling in my mouth

I smiled towards the dying sunset,
thinking it would last forever
I try not to close my eyes
and not be blinded
by the world slowly slipping
away

Before the music dies
Before the yellow stars burn out
You might not hear my voice
or even remember my name
But I just want you to know that

I was here

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I want to wander over the pavements,
The dawn bridges, the morning streets,
Where gentle wind caresses my hair.
I follow my happiness. I’m pure and sweet.

We’d walk together with weeks and years,
And time would go on unhurriedly long.
And I’d live my life, so cloudless, beauty,
Without any fear of love. I’d be strong.

I wouldn’t fear of stupid minds.
I wouldn’t hold unthinking people.
I wouldn’t be shy of one funny way –
To smile at passersby with a glance a little.

To love them all without purpose,
To see the world with wide open soul,
And love you whole without edges,
And wear your worn shirt. Not care that droll.

The meaning of creative breath.
No one sees them,
they're the source of oxygen.
They nourish with thoughts,
symbols, and visions.
Don't ignore it.
What flows through us
is beyond us, and next to us.

A dream without effort is just wishful thinking. Sure, the first step starts in the mind, but action is the true driving force in manifesting your desired reality. The devotion to staying consistent doesn't come easy, your determination will be tested every step of the way. What you draw from your failures will depict either your rise or your fall. Adversity is all apart of the path. Appreciation for the beauty of the destination is realized in the ugliest parts of the journey. Learn to embrace the harshness of the trek the same way you revel in the glory of the summit.

Sometimes,
our faces betray the wars within,
a silent rebellion of muscles and skin—
sadness etched so perfectly
it speaks louder than words.

And they say,
"You’re changing."
But how do you explain the ache
of building a world inside yourself?
A place where happiness tiptoes,
fragile and fleeting,
hidden beneath the shield you wear.

What they see is not the truth,
only the armor—
a mask forged from silence,
held together by the fear
of breaking it too soon.

And yet, there comes a moment,
when even the shield cracks.
When I turn to my inner voice,
that stubborn overseer,
and say:
"Mr. Consciousness, do your work.
Strip me bare. Let them see."

Because sometimes,
even the dumb silence of trying
is its own kind of strength. (Me helped by conci):

We strive to manage, what we can control
And control
what we manage

their is no freedom
just illusions in the mind
which they now control

The star was shining,
the star was blinking,
the star was weeping,
Can you even see it?

Across the universe,
hiding behind the sun,
stay beside the moon,
but there was so few.

The star was hanging,
the star was staying,
the star still weeps,
do even know it?

There was a lot,
friends was what they called,
forgotten since you grown,
There they still weep their thoughts.

The star was sorrow,
the star was memory,
the star was weeping,
Would they ever stopped?