Pondering and wondering what it's like

If it's an antique

why is it kept in the dark?

I doubt I remember how I got caught in this chaos

How my patterns stayed in concentration of actions

I caged myself through my own words and definitions

Holding down my own drifting sense of apex

In the dark,

where no body could imagine what we could be up to

we danced

forgetting to live?

Strings get thin and thinner, never torn

How gloomy will I fall at the end

If you let me

If I fall at the end

will you catch me?

my being-equation: a complex matter of variables

more or less meaningless

add me up

less me down

lose me

equal me to zero and define me again with your infinite thoughts

sigh ...

stings fade

requiem walks the night as if neither of us ever existed

and that defines us the way no one ever has

places Ive been, familiar places where Jesus had reborn

Moses cuts the sea in half

When ****** discovered the first time,
he likes the style of his mustache

we all wonder, but I wandered

I never harmed trees - or never intended to.
We both consume sugar
We both love the sunlight
We both dance with the music of the wind
and we both are grounded, rooted, and often in the way

I walk out of this door

as I walk under the rain, singing my simple song of breathe

I rush out to reach you to yell how I feel

Screaming out, inside out

Torn and happy, tired yet proud to tell you that I love you

right out load

- all I am living for.