Word after
word,
after word,

is power.


I do not agree.

His legs twisted, his fingers clicked.
His eyes were green.

Tardis took a leap. And a man fell.
He grasped the handle. Touched the console. And screamed.
Geronimo.

I am inpatient.

You always are - The voices. -

Clever boy ...

I am not clever, only a touch of idea grasped his memory.

You clever boy.

Die ! Die ! Die ! - The wasp -

Sometimes, You need to take life in your hands, you astounding pretty girl. - The Doctor -

I want to be brave - A memory -

I want to be ...
I don't want to.

I can't give You much. Because I myself am nothing. - Clara -

The tardis signal turned red.

The whole console room became black and red.

It can't.

Oh yes it can Doctor.

Doctor? Who.

In a soft timbre of colors.
She slept.

Same, so same.
People.

In a flat.

Disguised as a joke.
Always.

In a alone.

I am afraid, I can't be
there.

How can a man be.
If he never loved.

What will it be.
Will You cry or scream.

White and Black.

From the other side, I tasted the
long overdue smile.

A simple yet
so difficult feeling.

To be or
not to be.

What is a devil ?

Who created God ?

In a second, You are clueless.

And
then

your world bleeds.

C4 D6 C#5/Bb4 F#6
When I will smile.

D5 C3/A5 B4 C6
Oh I may just try.

Silence

Oh I may just

So late.

In time.

C6

A kid. - No one spoke a little.

Sha Sha Shhh.

I want to be like a guy with a green.
Green cloak and the gray hairs.

Sometimes I.
Feel.

Not myself.

Shala lalala la la.

The quiet voice, single hand.

And a ring, that was black.

In the world out of sounds and thoughts. No one cares about real people. They live, they die and they never come back. Is it human?

To let the emotions die, in order of power.
To die, and let the world live, because They were scared.

To be or not
to be.

A real human being.

A bird in cage of black and white.
With a bars out of pure sadness.

Sometimes I wonder.
And when I wonder,
I remember, how
it used
to be in my
life.

There is nothing good or right in God.

I wish that the world could be itself
where animals and people live.
Always together.


I wish to see a dance.
I could be a part animal and half human.
In this dance.

Slowly falling.
I dream.

I stand in the middle of a room.
And no one can be. A part.

To be.
Or not.

myself.

In a dance, without a
sad goodbyes.

I close my eyes to see the devil.
It is the fear that poison.

Could I survive the night,

this time.

Old man.

The dog was half in tone.
The bark. The bark.

How easy it could be,
to let it die.

Yet, how sad it would be to leave,
my little young friend.

People cry - In the mist.

It's like a cloud.

In the red, in the green, through the black.
The traveller is a little young boy.

Ah - #!

It's quiet.

Should I tell him ?
Or should it be me ?

I, think.

The point is to never give up.


You see little boy, Adults are like a woven straw.

They can turn. They can be together.
And do not belong.

I think You yet need to understand :(

Look at me
I am half a flat low.

In the light.
I swear like a *******.

And
I
Don't give
a

**** !

He an act.
Naked on body, paint on the wall.
Troubled by the idea
of a man in a black suit
white
tie
and
a moment of
soft

a smile.

In this moment at the time. I stopped.

She looked behind her hand, and smiled.
She looked like me. She was funny.

The ugly people smiled. They walked by.
Nobody notice an old man that was listening
To the birds, people, noise.

They were unafraid. - You see. Not many have this kind of emotions.
The old man, then took the pen, paint and a white page.
And did something out of the ordinary.

Wrote few words.


I love.
I love.
I love.

The page was not large enough, to keep for writing.

The man was unafraid, and painted the words.
In a quick, little movement. He expressed such a simple

And I, I was listening.
I want to be brave.

In the mirror, I see only contour of your face.

I stop.

You like to laugh sometimes.

When You don't
You are quiet.

I too, sometimes feel in this way.

White page.

Please, sit with me just
at

that moment.

Being alone is not that easy.

In the neverland. The broken hearts travel by.
You roll out of bed, and for a moment You can hardly breath.

Is it still.

Am I still talking to You.

When the dreams won't come.
And I will not know why.
Will the silence, be enough.

I try, try
try.

Yet, I can't cause,
you're
gone.

And sad as it is,
I lost a part of myself.

In the neverland of our past.

Roses, Tulips. And me.

And You.

Sleep.

When I would dream with a broken heart.
Seeing the world is the hardest part.