Our minds are wrapped,
in a totally invisible box.
Some minds are warped,
potentials untapped.

while some hides it in boxes,
some made out of wood,
some made out of glasses,
while some floats on clouds. . .

our thoughts; surrounded by land-mines.
we are taking one step at a time,
one wrong turn,
and it will blow humanity sky high.

Look at me,
I'm twenty two,
Im still scared of the many things I do.

ranting is foolish now,
aging transforms you somehow.

The old pacifier is replaced with stacks of cigarettes.
the old milk bottle turned into towers of coffee cups.

The bruises in my knee are countless,
from childhood clumsiness,
to mature foolishness.
if my scars would tell you stories,
it would be endless.

here I am,
turning twenty three.
I am way past adolescence,
and walking in the thin line of maturity.

if only a man could see,
what lies ahead in that smoky path.
what a power to have,
what a power to grasp. . .

Life without you will not be as white as you.
but more of the color blue,
not just any blue. . .
but the palest hue of it;
That my skin is starting to turn into.
When you uttered the words,
"I can't remember the feeling anymore,
how about you?"

I see visions,
Whirl and twirl,
even a faint sound of a broken glass,
will make the memories resurface,
the bitter sweet nightmares of a helpless girl.

the potency of trauma is so intoxicating,
even to the purest of the pure,
it's mind boggling.

I was there when I was not,
I went there, but then I forgot.
Who is this woman behind the glass,
wearing a beautiful dress staring straight at me.

I am a person of endless diversity,
placed in a world where I am defined as insanity.

To learn from my mishaps,
made me realize what am I for the better half,
I am amidst the day I lived and die,
we are meeting halfway across this winding path.

I may not be the most pure of souls,
I may be flawed, I may end up a fool.
You may hate me for what I am,
But remember I am just a man.

Let me finish my lecture,
And hear the lessons of my life.
I know we lack in paternal love.
I know the feeling of being succumb.

Temptation. . .

We are just too weak to fall for it,
It's the realization that we have to learn from it.
and that we have to admit.
The Guilt is there to brand our memories.
Let this not end in an inevitable tragedies.

Green grasses versus sky scrapers,
and in the end the one whose more grounded survives.

and when it's time to say goodbye,
it's time to say goodnight.

Hello neon lights!
Hello moonless nights.

wish me the sweetest dreams, of cotton and candy swirls. . .
close your eyes, and feel your world twirl.

And when I get the chance to look you in the eye again,
And when will I get that same chill when our lips collided.
When will I get trough that narrow door again?
And when I get to grasp those  little hands.

Oh how I'd lock myself with you!
I'd throw the keys into the galaxy.
and pray to the gods that it'd be lost for eternity.
****** in a vortex of deluded ecstasy.

Time is a looping straight line.
But if I could cut it in one end and end up with you.
I'll cut time into countless pieces.
and I'd be falling again and again in a well so Endless.

declare yourself immaculate.
the things we love,
are the things we wish we ultimately hate.