My love,
I still remember how we first met.
How we shyly greet each other in the hallway,
And how you hold my hand for the first time.

My love,
I'm sorry for keeping you away for so long.
I never realized my true feelings until now.
But i think it doesn't matter now.
You finally found someonw who will love you.
Someone that will cherish you.

My love,
I can only keep this feelings all to myself.
Please know that I will always love and support you.
Even if meaning that I haveto let you go.

You wasn't there so you texted me like you holded me in your arms and whispered in my ear : I don't want you to leave me or sulk me because of all I did or do ...   I just show you my fear , fear you leave me , or you change your mind about me , about staying' with me , about lovin' me , about being with me forever like you said.
I'm scared about everything ... I'm scared that your dad didn't accept to leave you travel alone , or something make him changes his mind about this ... Like I told you before ... when I get too close to happiness something go wrong and it goes away ... because all of this , all you doing for me it's too beautiful and perfect to be truth.

Livin' with you ... hold you in my arms ... to spend the rest of my life with you ... have you for me in my bed all the night  ...  I wouldn't be alone anymore ~ We'll be together.

I want this future ! I want you in my future !
You are My future
i don't want something or someone break this , I promise you I will not break it  , I'm your , only yours ! I will not cheat on you  , you just haveto respect the 3 rules and everythings will be fine.
Never leave me ~
Be Wise ~
Obey Me ~

No matter what happens and what I do

i read your text a hundred time and i still read it.

"Strong"
I am weak but was never taught how to be strong, i feel like every thing i do, i do wrong. Standing up for myself is harder than ever, i wish it was as easy as lifting a feather. Being what you are is ok when you're alone in your car, but once you open the door you feel really far from yourself cause you cannot be you, it feels like walking on glass with out a shoe. Yet i know i'll have to teach myself, it won't be in a book i can take off the shelf. I know it is deep inside of me i can tell becuse it feels like it wants to be set free. However, with freedom comes a cost it eats away at some part of me, one i have lost. Being strong is hard exspecaliy when i haveto say no, it makes me feel like i am hated by all who are aflout. On a different note i am going to sink that boat cause there are possitives that yes i must gloat. People tell me i am stronger than i know, but this is one thing i do not like to show. Keeping my mouth shut, minding my own bussiness, and ignoring the past are some of the things i am good at. I love my family thats no lie, i love them like a big piece of home made pie, If you mess with my baby sister i'll turn into a different mister, my anger will come out, i will turn to a demon and you'll think "wow i hope i'm dreaming". After all is said and done i guess i am stronger than i thought i just needed some time to decover myself that's all, maybe i should stop worrying and stand tall.

Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i and yet i know i comitted no crime, and yet with time i still see no rhyme or reason why i m being blamed fo this teason. It feels like i am going cray or maybe i am just too lazy to look on the bright side of things, oh how i hate how much it stings. Being trampled by your own thoughts is a horrible way to go, i think i'd rather freeze to death in the freezing snow. Everything is real, at least that's how it feels, i feel like i haveto *** but i can never make it gleem. Oh this feeling i dread, sometimes i think i'd rather be dead or at least hit in the head, to get these thoughts out of my mind or at least find a fine line between fiction and reality but thats not going to happen on a little caesers salary. Everything feels real but i know its not, sometimes i wanna go back to smoking ***. i know i need help before i start to yelp. If i dont i feel like ill hang by my neck and by then it will be too late to correct. Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i feel like i commited no crime...

Hey Madame Ballerina Queen,
Sway sway Sway
your Exotic Beauty for me
Ive been feeling a bit drowsy
with sweet dream
and long to be going Somewhere
Where your Sweet Beauty
and love shall be sweetly there, 
Madame Ballerina your love
can take us there
where carefree exquisite flowers waltz
in the enchanted rain
Within the Luminous Moonlit vineyard

Madame Ballerina sway
your fine wine beauty for me
just for me and you
I'll follow you through the evening rain
Beyond all blue,
we dont even haveTo really say I love you We'll feel it deeply
With just a Sweet gaze
of our Souls kindred love
Sweet and deep within the gaze
And Within every champagne star
Tenderly ablaze

Madame Ballerina with the starry
Harmonica evenings I'll be loving
And following you,
Your exquisiteness dazzles me
Beyond diamonds and stars
And its always been you
My love longs to meet
Intimate and afar,
and I feel you can love me
Sweeter than anyone ever could,
So tousle the sweet honey gold
Of your tresses,
And sway with svelte shimmers
Your translucent hem like a wand,
Loosen our cares
and liberate
The loving butterflies and roses
Fluttering in your Sweet Soul
And Pretty Eyes

Hey my exotic darling
Madame Ballerina,
Share with me the dear honey
of your loving ways,
And the crecent grooves
of your hips
Has already begun to sweetly sway
Sweet sweet love for me and you,
Beyond all the exquisite rain and blue

Caress me within a loving voyage
Destination all the more loving
I havent had quite enough
of your Sweet sweet beauty
Madame Ballerina
With our loves sacred and honey waters
We'll make our senses all roses
And Sweet candle sighs

Sway your Love for me
And We'll journey like sunflowers
To Somewhere fine wine sweet
Im ready to heavenly sweetly drift
Into your exotic love parades,
The Rose moon for us Serenades
The vineyard shores and gardens
Shall be feeling a new manner
of sighing and loving
The sultry doves shall not be crying
The waves our loves moonlight
Like Sweet Salsa shall be riding
To Our Loves honey shore caresses
Ah, Madame Ballerina liberate
The sweet honey of your love
And its dresses

Caress me with all your Sweet loving
And Exquisite being
Madame Ballerina we'll be feeling
Candles and Chimes
Sweet within the Vineyards sublime
Away from the bustle of wistful sorrows
Yes yes and Yes is your Exotic sway
For the starry caress of Candle love
And Skies
Our love your beauty the sweeter bliss
Of fond tomorrows

Reynaldo Casison

I was wrong
He doesn't care
And now
I haveto live with that fact
He stopped looking
Why did i rejoice
When maybe
I wasnt even the one
He was looking for
It seemed like a miracle
For a short while
Is love really for fools
Is this really ending
When it barely even started
Is he leaving
When he wasnt even half way inside
My question is always this
Why do i love a man i barely know
Barely touched
Barely kissed
Barely saw
Yet it felt like we're soul mates
I died inside
My heart withered
My breathing changed course
I want to wash him away
All his memories
All his jokes
All his everything
Yet when im near the sink
Its like i become a coward
To something i know must be done
Im done trying
I've said this a million times
Never made it far enough
To believe its true
Has he moved on
Has he loved someone else
I'd rather live with him being murdered
That with him cheating
Its cold but its true

You need to stack some cash
And stop xscrollingx all the time
You gotta think about your attention as a commodity. They can buy it for nothing, or you can focus it on benefitting you: into your art or work or literally anything else.

- those are two really solid points. Like there's no response. You really broke it down.

[He steps outside to smoke the cigarette he's been holding, waving around as He spoke, for at least a few minutes, if not five- or even ten. He Sits and places his phone face down with intention, but his mind begins to spin again. Thoughts come swirling like autumn leaves twirling down an empty lane, upon an errant whirlwind blustering through a quiet evening, stirring just enough to sell you a memory of some absent something you want to need. But this is a painting; the thoughts actually came like a Tasman Devil cartoonish chaotic violent spiting and ******. Dusting up the place and tipping things over, then leaving out again the way he came. These thoughts of war and wage enslavement, or prison camps and violent ends, are prosaic-prophecies he believes, and he can't help but fear saying "I told you so." It's less fun when it was a warning.

And as his thoughts turn to the channels of control and the algorithms running things- he had a brief of how it ended; wat if they win; and he reached automatically for the distraction box with the screen.

Automatically he opened Facebook and flicked the screen to do thing. And would you believe, the first box thought digitally ingested was a infographic of dubious providence describing approval ratings of socialism / communism among the 19-29 year old demographic, in meme format. Its heading said, "18-39? Ok. Who's teaching this to our kids?" Then at the bottom a response was pinned:

You are. When people said, "Maybe people shouldnt have to take on astronomical debt to receive medical care." You said, "That's socialism!" When people said, "We shouldn't be burdening young adults who want to get an education with predatory loans" you cries, "Socialism!"

"You're the best marketing Socialism ever had."

This elicited a gut reaction of snide peace and arrogant delight; "thank god they get it" he felt as his stress level reset, "Things are gonna be alright."

His second thought was, "*******!They are good. This ******* thing was listening the whole time." He realised the algorithm (algorithms?) had fed him dopamine right on time and calmed him back from a frenzied thought parade that was marching slowly to a workable solution to the social ills of the day. And out of self-preservation it had interrupted that line of thought intentionally by ringing the bell of an ideological echo chamber, reinforcing a delusion of socialist paradise just on the other side of the horizon line at the other end of another sunny day, yet to dawn but coming inevitably. It's on its way;

we just have to wait.

He steps back in to share his revelation with his only friend who won't call him insane.

"The algorithms heard us stressing lol.

this stupid post it fed me out the gate done got me. straight up calmed me down before I even knew it was. They know exactly how to manipulate us all.

They've got so much information on our profiles now they can predict our thoughts before we have them. They just keep micro dosing control signals and inceptioning our day to day.

This ****** fed it to me to distract my mood from the indignation at the stress
Around me and the world of problems it's creating in order to keep us down

When are we gonna get mad enough. We're not mad enough yet and I can't understand why or how. We need someone who can reach the middle and show them that the powers that be don't give a **** about you and no one wins from what they're doing now.
But what if it's all too late. They're gonna make it so ha rd for us to just keep up that we won't have the time to chant them down.

What if we can't defeat the sycophantic garbage dead set on running the ship aground. It seems to me there gonna win. At least for a while. We haveto suffer it for it to sink in that this was a stupid path to take. Also the weapons of war at there disposal are so sophisticated now that black mirror seems tame. (Also: come on guys, did they really need a hint about that particular one, you think? Like for real, ****** drones? Jesus Christ, if they didn't have em already they sure as hell  have em now...)