Working so hard towards an unachievable goal
I wonder if I will I ever find a balance
But rest doesn't help when the problem is your soul,
and over-thinking is just your talent.

What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.

We were dropped into this world, created , unborned.
Me and a Girl woke up in this life , curious, alone.

We loved in the begining
Then our dreams started manifesting sins
And we discoverd we could hurt each other
So
We wanted to be rich.

We wanted to have power
We wated to deviate and become free from one another.

So i learned the economical structure of human nature.
I manipulated my thoughts
Stimulated my behaviour.

Left the enemy confused , poor and in danger
I won the first battle
And that's how the war began

I used
A hidden system that doesn't easily reveal itself

A system that uses Feelings as its currency
A knwoledge of energy, and ability
To make the other
Feel infinitely what the mind's will command

It could give great power or make the other weak instead.

If you know what i am saying you're from my breed
And if you still use banking , you'll follow my girl's destiny.


Words Of Harfouchism

The feeling of relief when the pain finally ends.
The sounds of rain pattering on the metal roof.
The smell of dry earth mixing and mingling with the water.
The soft touch of petals against your fingers.
The taste of warm chocolate cake the melts on your salivating tongue.

Music
Food
Rain
Beauty
Stimulation from other people.

These are the things that live thrives on.