Imagine your eyes speaking. Are you one of those blind followers? One of those who just let their eyes see good to feel good? Avoiding injustice, poverty, sadness, racism. Imagine what your eyes would tell you.
I think the night is made to think. It's the time where you can walk down memorylane. Walk through all the moments, the memories, the pain and the happiness. It's the time where you can find peace. Actually a place to escape from this mostly cruel world..
We are lost humans, with lost minds, lost souls, lost hearts. We are the generation lost. Lost in anyway. Lost in the world, with perfectly running brains we don't use. Lost love, lost lovers.The product: lost children.
You arent afraid of the darkness because of demons and monsters out there. More likely you are afraid of your own demons you have to face. Cause in the end of the day you are all by your own. Darkness kicks in. People disappear. Objects disappear. Your eyes get blind. Things get hardly to find. The vision you have in the morning gets blurry. The only thing that stays is you. You and your own mind. After a long day with many attempts to escape, the darkness overtakes you. Your problems and thoughts get clear cause there is nothing other left to focus on. There is nothing other left for your senses to be seen or heared. Cause in the night when youre laying all by yourself in your bed. You are confronted with your own inner demons. Just yourself. And somehow you manage to escape this demons night by night by falling in sleep. But in very few nights your mind finally interrupts your sleep..
The darkness opens our souls. When there is no clearity left in our eyes and when we can't see with our eyes anymore. That's the time we start seeing things with our mind. That's the time we can set our emotions free.
So many things in my head. Have no place left for school. So many ideas in my head. Have no possibility to start doing something. So many wishes in my head. Have no one telling me you can do this.
So many things I wanna say. Have no one to talk to..
No I don't hate you.I'm just tired of all your lies. I mean you got me by saying" I want to explore life with you, with only you. " But it was just poetic **** right? To impress me. And I have to say. You did it. And now it's to late to unlove you. It's impossible.
No. I will never hate you. I can't hate you. I wish I could. Erase all our memories. So I could forget you. To get over it. To move on. But I can't. I just can't..
Religion and culture. Freedom and peace. Equality and Racism. The world system. School system. The ****** system. People who **** eachother. Heartless people.
Heartless people like you.
Yes. Sometimes I still think of you. Think about what we could be in this mostly cruel world..
You had this kind of look. Something between Paradise and Hell. Paradise: When we were together and you told me all the things you would never tell anyone. Hell: When you broke up with me. Telling me you just found a new girl.