Life is a shadow.
An endless shadow that you follow even when you try say no.
Life is an author
An author adding plot twist and puzzles that leaves you hanging to write the next book.
Life is an actor
An actor that laughs and pretend that through this joy it won’t turn to stab you at you deepest fear.
Life is a teacher.
A teacher that teaches you enough to remember but not to grow.
But life is beauty
A flexible beauty that can be molded from clays that you made with strength.
Life is a model
A model that can be created in your image if you are willing to work.
Life is existence
Through existence we create countless memories, for in memories we only die once forgotten.
Life
Life is never ending as long as we are willing to remember.

If I tell you I love you where would you run to?
If I tell you I need you how far will you go?
If I tell you not to leave me when will you do?
If I just tell you to hate me how fast will you try?
My mask or your mask which one of them lie?
My mask or your mask will you show your side?
My mask had been moved, when will you do yours?
Or will I keep on dreaming just to hear your voice.

My dream is not to live.
My dream is tucked in a broken bottle of self pity without a name.
My dream is not to breathe
It is hidden deep beneath a smile that deceives no one but myself.
My dream is not to want
That along with hope have disappointed even the worst of true despair.
love, pain
Are 2 words of breath that forces life from this here corpse.
My dream is not to die
Death in an uncertainty that in itself does not guarantee freedom.
I do not want
I do not wish
My dream is to survive.

Come out my son
come out and play
Come out my girl
It’s time to  play
Our work is long and tiring to the core
So take this break to enjoy all our before.
Lost summer songs took our beloved stone
Now left with leaves
No options to bestow
Come out and play before the sun goes down.
With candles lit we will play through the night
For when the moon will fade to say goodbye
Our books will close and stitched till fated time
With half built hearts and shattered show
We will return to this here  snow