You don't know yourself until you've talked to the darkness and come back.

But remember!

Be gentle on what you find.

Go easy into your new life.

My mind thirsts for action
My hands are my world
I know before I see
I feel what I feel

Absorbed by all I am
I let my thoughts dance
I'm about to discover
Insights known to man

Nest of the wind
I'm all yours
Like a birch bound
By the bog below

Is it real love to fall for a girl in a dream
Talk about unconditional love
My friends tell me it was just dream
(Sigh)
It was
It was my dream girl

Happiness.

Isn’t that the most boring state of being anyway –  a self fulfilling prophecy, a smile with purpose, a laugh of ignorance?

I find my pessimism rather uplifting, my perspectivism light as a feather and my darkest hour with a teaspoon of joy.

Being here
Concerned
Like a lonely commander
I gaze upon my platoon of emotions
Worried of the unknown
Calm before my own death
I wage war
For the peace in between

Like a plant I bath under the sun
Aiming high, following the rays
Adaptation, with honesty at its root
Is my human nature
No wind stronger than a breeze
No rain too wet
Open for pollution
My honeybee

It's all about how you waste it