I sat next to her, strength and passion which used to keep me with her still were there. My legs trembling and i felt plunging into the abyss,
vertigo...
We knew it had to end but we were there embraced, our souls were embraced.
I tousled gently her face and hair. It was like standing on earth but also flying at low height. I could see how beautiful earth was from up sky high.
Earth, people, trees, mountains, homes, my most beloved. Nostalgia for the moment i first met her. The newfound feelings borned inside me and the harmony flooding me when i look at her face.
Goodbye...

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...

One more day passes and i think of you.
A day at work and my mind forgets awhile.
A day at home and music moves me through
the motions, but a second it's all it takes
hear your voice and soften my inside.
A second to remember you telling me that you sing only
for me.
I am not afraid to accept the state of things
what appear to be but i dare see what all could be.
Maybe i am fool to believe in such a thought,
but i do...

Only we can protect ourselves from persistences and understand if the
the road we walk comes with a high price.
We believe that we can absolve, become saviors, even avenge if it's
needed. We make war to our enemies and they to us with or without
the privilege of choosing. We dream of doing something good and leave our mark to this world for our loved ones.
Even if we sacrifice ourselves in battles which won't be archived everything starts and ends with ourselves. Lonely as it is do not fall,
for loneliness is one of the worse...
You know that you are alone when there is none
you can call yours.
You know that you are alone when there is none feeling your absence.
You know that you are alone...

Waiting between worlds.
One journey ends another begins,
an endless cycle of peace and war.
Serenity against chaos
angels fighting demons
light and darkness bound together,
both blessed or cursed to never end?
Every soul in search for that point
in between.
The point that everything is clear
and balance starts to set the world in motion.
Honesty, loyalty, courage, love.
All giving their essence creating something.
Something better than before.

You can't put it into words, the moment when you look into the
eyes of the one who is supposed to reassure you, make you feel
safe. It only takes an instant, fear will lose before you have a
chance to make sense of it and darkness becomes a part of who
you are...

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.

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...

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.

Sunrise and my eyes blurring from light
morning's chilly air touching my skin
cool water on my face
coffee's bitter taist on my lips
birds singing waking my ears
deep breath streching my neck and hands
the bitterness on my heart comes back
but i'll have a day...

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.

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.

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.

We follow some stupid rules and still not enough.
What does it really take?
We do what it needs to be done and still lose.
It doesn't matter, do your part or not the outcome is still the same.
Saint or not still lose…
Even when the storm calms there it is, another tempest.
How much can our wooden ship withstand?
Sometimes i think it's better to let go and let the stream lure
me to the sea's bottom.
Relief...
But if someone get's used to struggle, just moving through the motions
eventually won't give up won't succumb.
Let the tide ride up and you get drowned.
Ride the tide and let it guide you. Lower your ship and reach your destination.
There are times the road back to the port goes through the heart
of the storm. Unclench your fingers from the wheel and then
wish the sea is with your side. If your hands hold tight to
the wheel, it's a lost cause. Maybe destination it's not the place you direct but the place you abut.
Like a key which unlocks what is most hidden...