We go through so many ****** up situations with nobody to talk to for thinking that the next person will judge you for all the mistakes you have done and continue with dealing with thinking that the days will go by faster and faster waking up and it’s a disaster.

I hate small talk.
I'm not interested in the weather or this great tv show you just watched.
I don't want to know "what's up" when we could talk about so much more.

I want to know about your true self, about your biggest insecurities. About the things you're proud of, but never mention because you don't want to brag.


I want to know why you don't like the colour of your eyes or the form of your hands. Why you think your eyes are boring and why you think your hands are ugly.
But I also want to know what those eyes saw, what horror and what beauty they experienced. I want to know when and why they were filled with tears. Happy tears as well as sad tears.
I'm interested in all those amazing things those hands built - but I'm also interested in those, which they destroyed.

I want to know what the happiest memory of your childhood is. I want to know whether you liked to play in the sand or if you preferred to sit on the swing, feet high above the ground in the air.
I want to know what you miss about your childhood. Is it the carefree mind you once had or is it the happiness you felt because of the smallest things?

I want to know which traumas you fight with till this day. And how you cope with them. Did a dog once bit you and are you therefore still scared of them? Or does the loud echo of a thunder still make you uncomfortable?

I want to know which songs you listen to. What the lyrics behind your favourite songs mean to you. Do they make you think 'bout cold but cozy winter days? Or do they remind you of warm summer days spent in the sun, maybe even on a beach?
I want to know what path your thoughts are travelling when you're laying in bed at 3am while listening to a special song. Does it make you cry because it reminds you of someone? Or do you smile for the same reason?

I want to know all the dreams you have. How you got them and how you want to make them happen. I want to know whether you’d like to climb the mount Everest or if you want to go skydiving. But maybe your biggest dream is to get married to the person you love, your soulmate. Do you even believe in soulmates?

I want to know in what absurd things you believe in. Do you think aliens exist and maybe they're already between us? Do you believe that when you break a mirror, you've got 7 years bad luck or that the shatters bring good luck?

I want to know whether you believe that we humans will destroy and exterminate ourselves or if you believe that an asteroid will destroy us just the way another one destroyed the dinosaurs.

I want to know if you believe that we can change and influence our future or if you believe in fate and that god has everything planned out for us - or if you don't believe in god at all. And tell me; do you believe in karma?

I’m interested in all the things and humans who inspire you. Does music and poetry inspire you? Or do you feel inspired by someone’s development?  
I want to know what influence your family had and still has on you. Do you let them influence your opinions or don’t you let yourself be dissuaded? Did they raise you to be a kind human being or to shut down your feelings? And I want to know; what about your friends? How do they affect you?


You see, I hate small talk.
I want to talk about galaxies and aliens, destructions and creations.
I want to remember childhood memories, smells and nostalgias - but also childhood traumas.
I want to talk about karma, fate and god.
About insecurities and fears, about music and its influence.
I want to talk about all the dreams that you want to live up to, and everything that makes them burst.
I want to talk about everything you search for in a soulmate and how you feel, when you think of someone you're in love with.
I want to revive all the happy feelings you've ever felt, but also all the pain that sometimes drowned out the happiness.
I want to talk about all the things that made us feel more alive than we could've ever imagined - and about everything that broke us.

I want to talk about everything that makes us these imperfect, beautiful human beings that we are.

It all starts with a friendship that seems too good to be true,
And you feel like you’ve seen everything through,
You fall for every small thing about them,
And you don’t doubt your soul, for this is what you’ve longed for in this mayhem.
You want them to be your everything, with you being selfless,
You want the bond that you have to be the air when you’re breathless.
That’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That’s the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

You grow into each other and you feel complete,
You want to be together always, so that you’re never obsolete,
You think that this will fall apart, NEVER
But you forget that nothing lasts forever,
You start off great and have a lot of fun,
You fall in love with each other and put your heads in front of a gun,
But that’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That's the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

You let them influence you in many ways,
You try to blend in with their thoughts all the nights and days,
You let them take over your life like no one else ever has,
They lift your spirits and make you happy, but that's short lived, alas
You start to diverge when everything seems to be falling into place,
You fight, you scream even though you love them, but can no longer find solace.
But that’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That's the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

You push them away because of your anger,
And in your memories of them, you let your mind linger.
You start to feel that you’re at fault,
So you start your days with a single malt,
You start doubting yourself once again,
Even though you know you’re the king of this game,
You know you don’t need someone else to complete you,
You can love yourself and that way, feel complete too.
See that’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That’s the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

You need to know that there are people who really care,
Self doubting and blaming yourself isn’t really fair,
You need to know that this is just another rough patch,
You don’t have to worry about a thing 'cause there are people ready to help you start from scratch,
Just know that what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger,
It prepares you for the worst and helps you resist downfalls for longer.
‘cause that’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That’s the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

I know it’s hard, to deal with this on your own,
But you have me, I promise, in this, you’re not alone,
They’ll come around if you’re meant to be together,
And you’ll have a happy ever after, forever.
Just don’t get bogged down by these little things,
Have faith in yourself and make the world see your mighty wings.
I’m telling you that that’s the beauty of love, something that is unprecedented,
That’s the harmony of love in the melody called “life”.

I jumped a foot high
but did not like
what caught my eye.
There were two poles
a thick rope tied,
an uncanny beat being played
by a skinny man on the left side.

I jumped again,
this time I looked right
and sunk low by the sight
A pretty young girl
tying her hope tight,
getting ready to walk
on that thick rope.

Now I needed no jumping
the act was already up high
as the crowd let out a sigh
as the girl did all balancing.

The bread hard earned,
life is always on the edge
silently I have learned
deep inside we might all be
just on the same page.

Chillin down by the river
A good life ain’t hard to find
When you’re in that state of mind
To leave your old life behind

Same old soul but different life
Never imagined I’d find this path
But the road less traveled
Was something to have

I found my own way
Looking for the bright side
And in the long run
I just wanna be happy when I die

Silver-stained clouds
Edges over a waning afternoon
Lost in thoughts, a secure shroud
To sift emotion's swoon

Sighs dripping in confusion
It was a flash of a dream
A mystic, unseen illusion
Yet, more real than everything I see

Clinging to my faith
In the evidence
I am unable to explain
Sanity sparing no expense

I still hear its ring
The soft hum within
Resonating harmonies
From souls of melodic beauty

There are many thoughts
Combined with feelings
that take a strain

With more pain there is
Much less to truly gain

Still change great things
That awaits us to entertain
The shallow sounds
of a crashing tone
Tear more often extra drone
Another day away
We come closer to home

Say how a
Brother soul is old
Forcing more pain
down a narrow path

Tempting and tripping into a panic wrath

Subjecting that my pain
is like a sequel or
equivalent to basic math

Bleeding out every emotion
there's no more tears to cry or
breath left to have the last laugh!

-DESCOVIA & C.J