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.

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...

Here i am again, at the same point.
Quit everything, faith to mankind
cause most are weak in spirit, they lie,
destroy and disappoint.
But when i reach the edge of my limits,
i remember that they also give, sing and
dance and they do not give up.
So glad do be one of them...

My greatest dream is to find someone which i and she will
love each other for a lifetime, forever..

My greatest fear is to lose those i love, not being with them,
protect them if it's needed. Bad things happen to good people
and not by choice it's not your fault, i was said once.
But a part of me inside screams at me "you were not there..."

It's easier to live trapped rather than live free, all formed in
a narcissism illusion.

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...

Most of us do not have the strength to fight back
even for something or someone with infinite value.
So some of us have to make it possible for someone
we care and love, impossible to stop the fight,
to gain motive wave after wave.
We have to keep them from giving up.

It is said that we are a pile of lies
and that's why we live alone.
A lie may hurt us but even more
the feeling we do not deserve the truth,
but in the end what if our value
is measured by the lies we are
dealing with. Cause lies create big
questions at the truth we speak.

Hopes, prayers and dreams. We carry so many aspirations
on our backs. How can we meet all those expectations
when we struggle with our own worries and doubts.
Nevertheless we must move forward, step by single step, in order
to leave something behind, for those we care and love.
Once somebody said to me. No matter how bad it all may seem you will change, things will change and you will stand enduring.
Can I?  You can!
Will I?  You will!
Now i exist to assist, to guide, to stop the fist and expel the fight.
Yet my nature i hide, as to not be used.
I have good intent but don't test my strain
for i avenge deep in soul.

I wish i hadn't heard nor witnessed such stories,
so painful in so many ways.
Few are mine and other by people so wounded
from betrayal  and lies yet their hope is not lost.
With sadness in their voice and fear in their eyes
they stand.
With gracious heart they believe it's another chapter
to a never ending story and so did i.
Surely a happy ending depends where you stop
telling a story and that might be something to give
hope but also might bring destruction.
Reality does not compromise with reckless dreams
nor to petty excuses, i know that now.

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?

A glass of wine, a kiss to my lips and your look in my eyes...
A tight hug and your look in my eyes...
Your caress, your touch, your love and your look always in mine...

Your gently hands become mine, your warm heart becomes mine.
Your smile and kiss unconditionally given.
It is your love not mine...

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.

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.

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...

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.

Stranger's kindness, an urban myth. Most people don't notice
you even exist. You might be living the greatest drama of your life and they will pretend they didn't see.
No time for genteel kindness. They are not in the mood or they've been hurt so much and won't give something without exchange.
But like urban myths so does genteel kindness hide within a significant truth.
It's a kind under extinction but at the same time the easiest to produce.
How many can be within us?
Whose hopes and dreams do we incompass?
Could we see the eyes of our own, the minds in our mind,
understand how much we share?
Force, answers with force
war breeds war
and death brings death.
To break this vicious circle one must do more,
has to make another step, remember that even in dark times we can not relinquish the things that make us human.

One of the greatest moments of our lives.
Patiently maturing our hearts for a beautiful cause and victorious
fall to the field of battle.
But patience easily gives in rage. It begins with a drop,
a single drop. Soon it becomes a river where anger is born
and from this fury rises a raging flood.
The tide wave changes and if anyone stands against
that tide, will drown...
All result of an unchecked wrath in prison within,
for this unjust and unfair world, where whatever is
good and true now watches like a ghost from beyond.
Waiting, faiding, forgetting, no rage just emptiness...

Whatever we do in our lives gets an evaluation.
From who i wonder.
From the people around us, friends, family,
ourselves, by none...?
Even if nobody makes an evaluation of us, coincidences and the
development of things we do create implications.
Implications that reveal the true form of ourselves and the
evaluation will be done even if we try to hide.
I am what i am, honest, respectable, reliable. I won't pretend anyone, for no one and anything.
I'd rather those i love most hate me and be truly ok rather than love me
and pretend they are ok.