Photos, they say that a picture worths like a thousand words and that's
the reason we take photographs. They can capture a moment so much better than words.
If life was an album in time, how can we know that the best of them aren't captured yet.
If life is a test of multiple choice, in what quantity are the choices our own
and how much are they depended from other people choices?

When you have the knowledge and power to change
something to prevent a stressful situation and you do not,
anything that comes out of it happens cause of you.
But then again even if you act, change, save, prevent,
it comes up with high cost.
My heart still questions the right choice...

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.

Our life moves in circles,
always in the same blood vein,
every ending, every goal it's a new beginning.
Like a cloud i change, in time colour and shape
together entangle and i suspire in lifes thread...

Each one of us alone marches on, in love, in glory,
in death.
I know, i've tried...
It does not help, let me come with you...

Being perfect doesn't mean to be infallible.
Ηuman nature, a notion both determinant and controversial. Expressed strongly on both accounts.
It's about the relationship we have with ourselves,
our friends, our family, our most loved.
It means that you look them in the eye
and won't let them bend, falter, deceived.
Perfection is when you do everything you could and there was nothing else to sacrifice for what is worth.
Is to know that family does not start or end in blood and cares about you not for what you can do about them.
It's just there to the good, the bad and the worse.That they got your back even if it hurts so much...

Far from grace far more than anyone has ever imagined
with feelings that cloud my judgement.
A twilight so strong so unpredictable, trying to control
these emotions or the fight can not be won
for so many others have failed.
I learned from them but i will not follow for this might
be my last.
Shadows wispering broken sounds only a fraction of the
melody it used to be, silence fills the air.
Yet love was found where it wasn't suppose to be.
The burn, the pain, the struggle all my soul's
fragments ready to hear the melody again.
Rhythm well known, tone like none other,
brightness in eyes i've missed so much,
her arms surrounding my chest,
i'm in a safe dream...

I slept and dreamed
not fields and forests
but darkness and bliss
angony consuming.

I walked a path, all so dark.
A black wolf appears with
old cold blue eyes.
It dragged me in darkness
with invincible might.

It growled and howl
like none of its kind.
I woke up in fear
the pain from its claws
was real.

Secrets, small statues of glass well kept in hidden lockers for they are so easy to break. Secrets that are kept from others cause we are afraid that they will change their minds for us, or we will hurt them.
The reallity is that secrets hurt more than the truth we try to hide beneath them, but the greatest mistake is that we think we'll make our lives better keeping them well guarded.
People make the separation truth or courage when there is no difference. You need courage to speak the truth but even more to hear and accept it.
So truth or lie, light or darkness. It's so discouraging to know that mankind in such dilemma has a proclivity to choose the most self destructive option.
Like the fish in the water we are, swimming between nets. Other visible and other not. We can get trapped in them but not for a lifetime, cause we insist to forget that we weave them and unlike fish we could break loose whenever we want.

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.

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.

The greatest gift of all is to bear the pain
of your loved ones wihtout breaking and
as frightening might be that pain will make
you feel stronger to stand for them and
selflessly grant them comfort.

Named and chosen by king.
Shallow manners, gentlefolk and crown jwelles
nothing mean.
Skin pale like the moon, a mellow sight with
compassion for her people,
a flaming heart for her loving king.
Queen she shall be named.
Stature of a lady and the steeliness of
a lioness.
War and discored with tears shall flood
her eyes, but her crown crystal light.

Sometimes we seem bad to those we love
but the truth is we act like this in order to protect
them, cause we are strong and we would sacrifice
so much maybe more and even more for them.
A man does what he can until his destiny
is revealed to him. Every person is responsible
for his own path but without condemning
someone else in it.

I am lost alone, i've stood in the very edge,
i've looked into the abyss and if i'd taken
one more step i would have fallen.
No matter how far i go she is
always there, like a devious dance between
me and her, we won't go down.
Nothing else to settle all clear like a beautiful
light, the light of her eyes.
Green eyes that always looked my own
speaking of something that is lost
like dream i can not remember.

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.