Living our lives bound by what we see
as right and true. That's what we call reality.
Well right and true are vague terms and our
reality could turn out to be an illusion.
After all we live by our own assumptions.

So many times i've heard that moving on doesn't mean
you forget about things but you accept what's happened
and continue living. From one side of the coin it feels
normal and healthy to do so but from the other side it
feels like containment to a secret agreement with ourselves
that allow us only to believe that we won't regret the choices
we made. Nontheless i gain some relief remembering
what my greatest love once told me.
"If you can think of beautiful goal in your life, a happy
ending, then live beautifully until that end."
I guess as long as i have life in me i will fight with all my
might to that end and if i fail at least i'll say i tried.

I don't know what makes us love so much,
i don't know what makes us feel what we feel.
Whatever it is, it hurts so much that
i'd wish to never feel love again
i'd wish to keep only the happy moments
so that i wouldn't feel sad again, shed a tear or two.
Then again there is something that makes me want to
relive the good and the bad in equal measure
and that is you...

There are times we entrust our happiness
in the hands of others, an act of love and
selflessness. Is it safe?
A choice out of trust but sometimes out of
loneliness and all it takes is a moment of
misunderstanding, a lack of explanation.
Nothing is as it seems to be for sure but then
again we believe that it would be better not
to explain, that things would be better this way.
Does it worth the pain?
Does it worth of letting go?
I am afraid for i start to forget her face, her voice.
Feelings i can not manage, i can not control
and all i want is to get lost into the sea of her green
eyes, lie upon her soft skin, rest into her warm hug
and kiss those red rose lips.

Love truly, utterly, unconditionally...
Let it end if that's the best for her, let her go
as far she can withstand.
Let her fly into stormy winds and sail into restless seas.
If she loves you truly she will return and meet at
the well known port.

This emotion, that feeling. How should i put it?
This "reality" looks like a parody of an old novel.
It's like another image with a fake smile seeking for attention,
it simply lacks of character. Conversation, physical contact
are more than any image could ever be.
Senses stimulate, thinking adjusts.
The sound or tone of a voice, the spark in a persons eyes are like
doorways of heart and soul. I tried to understand why people
use a fake image as shield and test each other behind a screen.
It feels like they are afraid. It feels like a fear coming from not knowing and avert their eyes from what they truly are.
But how can they survive without embracing their memories, their stories, everything they are connected to?

The tourist, a person who does vacations in other people's lives,
take some photos puts them in an album and moves on.
All he/she is interested in is stories, in other words a selfish  egocentric person treating people like whisky snacks.

I wonder if humans are made to live happy,
for happiness lasts so little. Why are we so
incapable of preserving the wonders that arise of it.
I thought that the only thing i could do was to accept
the outcome of it with composure but it wasn't enough.
I can understand now happiness is not a grant of permission
through life but also a warning. To value more life
and contribute to great but also to small acts of courage
and kindness.

Walls cannot keep you safe now
your lies couldn't hide your face
your army trembles before me
your kingdom shall burn and perish
you'll be gone before sun goes down.
If i fall i'll never die, for my love is strong,
for my heart is eternal and my spirit
survived this demimonde.
This place full of shadows rarely seen
but deeply felt.
I am free and with my two feet taken
position on your fallen throne.

You asked me once
"What defines a man?"
I simply answered
"His words, his actions,
his relationships not only of the
present but of the past too."
What you did not understand
was the time i refered to.
Best of luck, i wish.

A world made of glass. Each one of us lives hidden in his own
little world made of glass. The problem with glass is that no matter how
wary we are it breaks easily.
We're like souls made of glass which we entrust in the hands of others.
Will they be watchful?
Giving a battle in this world with one little precious and fragile piece of glass which breaks by the time leaves us wounds. Glass does not hang back and the old cracks still exist.
It will only acquire its primary form if it's heated in the proper temperature.
I wonder, is there anyone in this world who could do that?

Is it too late? Has it been too long that i can not
separate right from wrong anymore?
So tired i feel if i make another step my soul will scatter
into pieces. All i can do now is to face the consequences
of my choices and as a knight you once called me i must
fulfill my duty to the bitter end. But all i care now is to
see you smile, hear you laugh again and i would
sacrifice everything to see it done on the altar of your
love. I learned so much from you, of true love and pain,
of the past and the future. Before you i was just a blind
fool chasing butterflies.
You are my living proof that there is still hope in mankind
and i believe that is your greatest virtue.
Thank you, thank you for everything.

Once i thought that we are free to choose what we want
to pursue our ideals no matter the cost.
But world cultivates otherwise and i am filled with sadness
no pride.
So here i am in a blank page, i do not remember making
that decision.
If only i possessed the humility and say to myself
"get up you've seen nothing yet, you haven't done your part yet"
The fight between a man and his heart so driven by desire and
all that stands noble is a hard thing for sure.
If i interracted and guided my insticts it was because
i haven't felt the apogee of pain.
If i was relactant to contribute in my heart's affairs
it was because i was so naive, i would have crushed my heart
in the mud and no one knows how many souls with it.
Life is no fairytail and there are not always happy endings
but who am i to decide and destroy everything good that's left
in my heart.
Much wisdom cause much grief but experience could
bring happiness.
When i turn around and look the cause i've walked there is no person
that i love i regret having in my life.
My fate is my own, my choice is my own.
I am proud now, in a way...

Our command of feelings in this world is magnificent.
The ability to transform our darkness, our pain into
rear newfound beauty.
Pain is easy to express but to use our passion to express
the pain or joy of our little world is something which
surely exceeds the grey around.
We've seen a lot, stood between black and white and
maybe we are not able to tell if what we feel is
pleasure or pain.
Love, hate.
Bliss, abyss.
Heroes rise and legends are born to die...

Your soul center of my world, a place to be avoided
by some for they are so afraid to face the truth,
but a place of beauty and hope for me.
Two different people cursed in one moment, we
found our ways to make it work.
With every ****** of my words i'll cut their poisonous
tongues, reveal that their truth is only but a lie.
I'll show you what life is and make their dream look like
a nightmare.

A simple excuse is what most need and they think
that justice is a synonym for revenge. They claim
that all they do is natural and not an act of distress.
So how can i quite this part of me that at any tipping
point someone will linch and act uncontrollably
achieving only to hurt those he or she loves.
I fear that most can not bear to lose any more and they
would give into a comfort zone, into zestless and
voiceless acts only leading to their ruin.
The world is a harsh place and there are those who
would see others suffer for their own gain, even
flay those who would try to help them.
Difficult to be stronger than our excuses but what is
worse from losing ourselves.

I should not do that, no!
If i begin to regret, i'll dull my future decisions
and let others make the choices for me.
What would be left for me then but to die.
Nobody can foretell the outcome out of regret.
Each decision i make holds meaning only by
affecting my next decision.
We may be different, with different mind soul and heart
but when the wold is darkest we must try for the same
cause, for we are stronger together, stronger as two spirits
caring for each other.

If much wisdom is much grief then
he who increases his knowledge
increases and his sorrow.
Can i feel it?
Devil curse me i do.
I thought i was beyond this but i am not.
I waited to long and sacrificed to much.
People might not change now.
It would take another thousand years
maybe more to realise that fear
inspires control, over them, over their hearts,
over their way of thinking.
I had hope but now, disappointment for
most do not even try and all they do is making
excuses, hiding behind this ridiculous term
of insecurity. My point of view, they are just
afraid being honest to themselves.
Even i am not crazy enough to believe that
distortion of reality.

If life itself turns everything you gained into something
to look for then i think two choices remain to be made.
Mourn for what you are about to lose or fight and make it
yours again, make it clear.
Then again there are those who think that choice is an
illusion in this muddy world for life makes us face difficult
situations with insurmountable variables.
Well i believe that choice is not something to be underestimated
and the real request here is why we give up so easily when we
come in touch with the weird and problematic nature of
knowledge.

I am losing you day by day but i don't regret choosing you
because i love you and that stands for me well.
Everyone i knew induced me to stop loving you, but how
could i forget you?
My mind forms pictures holding you in my arms
between shuffled sheets. I learned to love only you,
love those red lips like the colour of your favorite sour cherry.
Life might take a weird turn and cause us pain but at least
we've tried.
I tried for your own good and what i am doing is not because
i forget but because i can not stand the sight of your green
eyes crying. Our age difference would eventually become
an obstacle and i would not dare be that selfish, not to you.
I am doing this for my heart loves you and would not stand
the sound of this choir playing persistently.
I am doing this for you are the best and most sincere thing
that ever happened to me.

Afraid  to take chances, criticizing from a comfort zone,
so eager to protest for false ideas and all we ask is
how we've come to this unable to make a
transgression.
Chained to this fate falling to our dreams
it's insanity, a reality full of hypocrisy.

Gloomy thoughts scattered inside my head
storm clouds passing though my eyes,
what will I find to the other side?
Your warm hug or the whistling of a lonely cold wind?
I am weary of this grey canvas not because I am tired
but because our efforts seem to move in one direction only.
Towards chaos and uncertainty.  
Yet again I do not lose hope for i am happy to give everything for love and my story is one of many thousands and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.

Can't hold, can't sustain, can't maintain
the thought that lingers in my mind.
I yelled, i shout at myself, stop!
Stop thinking the notion of going back.
But i held her at my arms and so she held my face.
We stood there for a couple of minutes no words
just a calming silence, relief.
A sense of kindness was all i needed
my thought now homed and settled.

Souls remain hollow and all know the reason,
as a lie appears like a theatrical scene without  
scenario and nothing to teach
like a painting without color and a single black tone
like a ship without  tack and an attitude latent and contradictory
remaining humble but ready to conquer  a world
would we dare preach a way so that truth might come along
and as someone said so many years before
“too much haste is too little speed”.
There is nothing more I can do but fill pages with ink
as everything old and good that remains slowly dies
at the needs of a  blind modern society i shall keep
moving though motions like an image from an old dream.

Extinguish what is false around me was my aim.
I understood that fear had more devoted followers than love,
but overcoming obstacles and hardships would mean nothing
with not an equal measure of love. That's what separates us from fallacy that's what spreads hope, i think so...
Even if i face the truth of some cold words of broken souls,
i refuse to stand at inaction. I believe that things can still change.
I may struggle in vain and might not succeed but i will not stop.
I made a promise to myself and those i love, the people i call family.

Life has moments worth living and
is too beautiful to insist into unavailing loves.
Life is too short trying constantly to fix
mistakes of the past,
is too subversive to rest upon provisional facts
for the scraps inflict new wounds
and all that matters is not how many wounds
have been opened but how many
can be closed.

They think power is everything and all they ask is...
Why not? Why you still deny it?
Because i choose, free will.
Life is not about control it's about choice.
We are meant to help, to love, to guide, nothing more...
Because some of us know so more than you being human.
I felt the things you felt and there's so much more you haven't.
You think you are free but you are not.
I believe in mankind but i hate what it may become, like you...
You may call yourselves gods, but all you are it's hollow bodies.
No soul, no consciousness, no beliefs...
Because you live your entire lives without the slightest notion
of meaning in this world.
What you call normality i call fallacy.
What you call stability i call a constract of your own fantasy.
Because there are some who see through that,
they see the truth...