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Oh dear,
This became a chaos I fear
Even the summer sky doesn't appear as clear
All I can think about is how you aren't near
My sad summer sky shed a deadly methane tear
From the toxic emotions that you made appear
This is the end to my loving career.

Don't you **** worry my dear,
I guess everything can be fixed with little too much beer.
When you throw a paper sheet in the sea
It always reaches land again, no matter what it has been through.
I, the paper sheet cannot wait to reach you again my love.
Counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks.
You are my shore, my protector, my land.
Even the hope of seeing your sparkling like crystals, salty eyes
makes the journey around this stormy sea pleasant.
Gives it purpose.
Even if I crumbled, my letters got destroyed from the wicked waves;
Will you pick me up, take care of me, adore my wrinkled looks?
Emotions are just like flowers;
They need to see the day, the night, the rain,
So they can learn to evolve, to adapt, to grow.

Otherwise they would die in a minute
Not knowing how to react to the outside  vibrant environment.

LET YOURSELF FEEL
NEVER FREEZE, NEVER TURN TO STONE
Because
Once faced with emotions again,
They will **** you.
It's easy, you read a psychology book
Go out there, influence people,
Win over them and have a lot of friends.
Do we ruin our natural spark
and way of leading a conversation by reading
psychology?
Even the positive way of manipulating human emotion by educating yourself about it
Is unpure.
There isn't such thing as classical or common behaviour, only it's edges.
The next time you give advice to a friend
Or simply talk to someone
Think to yourself:
I am the rarest form of a person.
What are you waisting it for, by beeing:
A loner?
A dynamite?
A fraud?
But you are already a fraud.
This thoughts aren't inspired by your thinking
But by someone else's.
So how does someone become independent of any kind of influence?
Leaving all that we know and beginning all over again would be the key
But by leaving everything there wouldn't be any puzzle and therefore no key.
Are we who we are ment to be or are we excelling the expectations of the one that controls us through a keyboard right now.
I guess we will never know.
Envy, vengance, guilt.
Are they natural feelings or
are they produced from our politicans, the ones
'' among us'' in order to control us?
Schools are prison for the mind.
Why should we be imprisoned when
we are ment to run wild,
run free.
Moon child listen to me;
Go, run as far as you can.
Love, appreciate as hard as you can.
Fight,belive in yourself, not in some ridiculous system.
If your opinion isn't right for them, then why should theirs be important to you?
Rebel!
And of course, show them hell!
My love expanded like a new born galaxy.
The helium stars brought light and everyone could see them.
I saw you, my neighbour galaxy and wanted us to colide the very second.
With fierce and unstoppable speed I shifted, gravitated towards you.
Light years passed and still you were untouchable, alone.
Shining only for yourself, how narcissistic and lonely was that, huh?
In time the universe brought us closer.
Our  black holes collided.
All other, much brighter and beautiful galaxies were jealous, and they had a reason.
But then you decided that shining alone was all you could do.
There was I, the most mysterious to some-confused in the middle of the eternal darkness.
My black hole started to destroy itself
unable to function without it's other half.
All I could do was watch you get away.
Admire you from afar.
You started shining and living your wild days of the most amazing galaxy.
My stars started to lose their charm, their soul.
Each time I cried, they were falling.
You, my muse changed me.
So admirable, alive, but yet disconnected .
Without much choice I did what a good galaxy does
Let the universe carry me to discover other, faraway galaxies that would come even close to your greatness.
And universe, I almost forgot
An apology would be nice too.
The feeling of solitude.
Take a deep breath and try to explain it to me.
That's when I will feel a connection with you.
Funny isn't it; how loners connect.
The moment we detach ourselves
We release the highest amount of energy.
Similar to splitting the atom.
The imact that led to separation:
Thank you!
You introduced me to my best friend-myself.
Many people consider travelling around the world
to be an adventure.
You see some place, the picture is there and that's it.
Where is the adventure there?
Talking to an individual discovering their characteristics,
manners,
thoughs,
patterns,
habits,
lovers.
Unravelling the most mysterious to science and never mentioned in religion-BRAIN.
The best adventure ia having a deep converstation
Caused by unstoppable sensation
To feel someone else's abyss.
Seems like our thoughts are the never ending
And always reacurring treasure we are looking for.
Dig and dig and dig..
Most of them are afraid what are they going to do with so much treasure.
Unable to whield it and create a better future with their vivid imagination
They leave it alone, wondering behind a dark door, locked away in their mind always beeing there for their master-like a ******* dog.
Good thing I am a sinner so my mind doors are black-darknes can't absorb my colored imagination.
No matter how hard you try to hold the door closed, your colors will always try to get out.
You can't run away from who you are.
One shall always strike to unravel him or herself
After all, we wouldn't have exsisted if all our layers were on.
If that is the case, then why am I walking around
Never seeing a person with deep intellectual knowledge ?
Why aren't they asking themselves the major questions?
Why aren't they looking for meaningful lovers?
Why aren't they appreciating the loyal friends?
The ability to learn should have been given to
Snails, they would've been faster in discovering themselves than we humans are.
I almost feel like when you hear the end of your favourite song;
Exciting, soulful, time stopping, pure, enjoyable and calming moment.
Somehow I can feel the iron in my veins
starting to attract my whole beeing, my now.
The body; can't help it, gets pulled in.
My heart becomes the world, ready to be inhabited by blinded, unexplainable feelings.
Will you be a specimen and land on it?
I felt crushed
Talked about what hurt me
That's when I felt my pieces
Singing, playing as hard as they could
They started vibrating, itching; wanting to be the lead singer on stage.
I understood their need to take the brain's spot,
They never get much audience I suppose

From the wonderful
Support and applause they got
I've decided to let them show their rhythm more often.
After all, we should listen to the melody our hearts make-
To everything that contains the original energy of joy.

You may think I am insane
Saying that there's joy in crying
**** girl, you look so beautiful
Underestimating
Not beliving in yourself because of some goddamm fool.
Not seeing your worth because
Someone else didn't see it.
It looks so beautiful to me;
You cied so much
Because you loved that much
And there's not a greater joy than that.

The pieces of my heart
Create a rock band
And they have finally gathered the confidence to release a new album.
The world, get prepeared!

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