Thunder covers the
sound of me whimpering into my pillow.
The earth is crying too.

Silent flower
Waiting for the sun
To bloom and to be kissed
So much beauty inside
Ready to show off.
Lonely woman
Waiting for her Prince
To make her heart flutter
To bloom and to be kissed
So much love inside
Ready to give.

And when the sun came
The prince arrived
The flower started to bloom
Lonely woman opened her eyes
She started to glow.
Flower in paradise.

Then came the butterflies and the bees.
To make sure everywhere flowers would appear.
The prince took his lady by the hand.
To live happily ever after,
to never be lonely again.

True stories begin
With hearts filled with love.
To make this world a beautiful flower garden with white doves.
All people living together in harmony and peace.

It’s on us the people, to
let this fairytale come true.


Shell ✨🐚

Please don't burry me a hero'
I was born a simple man-
When I came into this world:
Please don't cry for my absence'
I was more active in the present.

Please don't speak about could have'
When you all should have,
Please don't cry on your knees;
But cry and dance on your feet.

For once I'm gone'
You'll forget me once time is long;
Even if you sing all the songs'
You'll forget me once time is long.

Please don't drag Amazing grace'
You may be sad for my death;
But for all I did in my life'
I'd love a little bit of praise:
And even in my death'
I won't be a fan of-
Long and complicated prayers.

Until my creator calls'
Spend the most of time we got:
Life is a breath away from death'
As we all, don't have a lot.

Remember me well in life'
Not showing off my memories,
For your never did before death:
For in this short life-
The season of remembrance-
Is still now and yet.

Cry more for me now;
For you'll cry less in my death'
Not crying for me,
But crying for all your regrets.

I slip shrouded through a summer’s mist
Away from sterile streetlights
That cast a distorting haze, hiding
Endless solar waves, that rest above
This earthly place where I pass my days

With stars tied tight to an infant night
I run and cup one lightning bug for my lantern light
Like being guided by my adolescence, to an open shore
Where the sky meets the vastness of my sleepless mind
This place is free of weight that holds me down;
No thunderclouds hover above me now

Constellations; like scars upon the sky, share stories
Through the passing tides of time. Cassiopeia undone by her pride,
Reminds me when to swallow mine. So often, I feel chained like the maiden;
Andromeda, imprisoned by a pious Poseidon.
On this lonely beach,
I trace my own tale, like a signature on the night. Not a hero but,
I was here. The simple story of a wandering man,
Always willing to lend an ear.