We learn out of hurt.
Saying I don't want to hurt
again, is not wise.

Experiencing
pain is not a bad thing if
you can heal again.

Healing is simple.
We can forget the pain once
we decide on it.

Sometimes it takes time
it is not always easy
since we overthink.

We think we are the
special case and sink into
self pitty again.

We accept our bad
parts and fail to see that we
can improve instead.

Special cases are
rare and the chance that you are
one is very slim.

So don't think the hurt
is too big for you to take
since you are stronger.

Memories and regret...
We doubt and fret...
A balance is necessary...
Many think of mistakes as something scary...
But how else will we learn?
The people who don't want to listen and rather burn?
When there is no one that knows what to do...
Don't throw logic away and be you...
But the question is "who am I?"
Many people miss judge under the sky...
Not only others but themselves too...
We barely know what to do...
The line has become so hazy...
People are going beyond crazy...
Even nature knows better...
But the ice busy to shatter...
The sky is turning *****...
The sea is also filthy...
And humans live on...
Blinded and have forgotten the choice of right and wrong...
When they think they work hard...
It's just to get a higher number on their "credit card."
We have forgotten to run free in the hills...
We have left behind the winds that gave us chills...
We look the other way from the sun...
Do we even know which way we run?
Nature has become exotic...
People so toxic...
Very few people experience the wild's beauty every day...
Very few know by heart the wind's play...
So I look at the moon...
And know a complicated end will come soon...

it was the day, i didn’t expect to find you
i didn’t expect to learn you
i didn’t expect to share so much
i was hesitant at first, but of course
i gave in, i opened up knowing full
you will left me too

I literally cried over a person,
Who was so insecure about himself,
I created images in my head,
That didn´t even exist,
I found him perfect,
While he wasn´t perfect,
I lowered myself,
While, I am as worthy as him,
I wandered in my own troubles,
While he had his,
I disowned from my capabilities,
While he wasn´t capable himself

Then snake was always you.
And the irony is,
I shed my skin
And left you.

set the scene, you are old. As old as any one you ever knew.
Locked in

isolated for the incubation of whatever they
they
they, these
masked  others,
I see eyes only, like if Lone Ranger were inside out,
where his mask is, is eyes and their fleshy environs
to the edge of brows, still effectively
arching, one by one in some
models of these hoo-min…
beings

whatever they swabbed in my gnose… is
working…
Things morphevolverevolve and twist to catch a beam
slipping past the shades,

see, there
in your eye, I see, that mote be me, my self,
might I

extract my self and leave you wishing for more?