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when the flowers in my head begin to grow they speak the words for ages to come when the light in my arms begins to glow the weight will never be enough when the water in my world begins to flow they silence the sound of nightmares that is when i'm willing to show understanding in a gift i sorely desire sounds and sights, words and wisdom lights and more light, beacon of freedom where the eyes of the senses touch the sand, eternal winds will be born the world of sundown is only the sleep of beauty don't wake it up with a kiss the world of sunrise is only the sleep of magic let it sleep with thousands more when their essence en

what does your soul look like ? (FFFFFF) what does your heart look like ? (FF0000) what does darkness look like ? (000000) how does that feel ? (N/A)

living life through a wire, communicating without a face when are you smiling ? slicing through time without a pace (faceless sillhouette staring at a yellow grin) reality is no longer a perception, and no more sorely needed the sun and moon are just artifacts of a long lost nation (looking through the window, trying to put together another layer) not being able to feel and touch ... does it make you incompatible with beauty ? you probably won't see it anymore deaf, mute and blind in a daze of... escape your third, open your eyes blast the doors of perception and enter a world within worlds make it spin (apocalyptic hits on a ron

a wet towel, a dialogue with no one an animal in a cage, eyes with no perception it comes like an arrow with no speed and direction i'm not so tired right now, but i'm growing the same day everyday like an addiction from which i can't escape and which i didn't even start i didn't even know it existed but lately i'm more and more convinced that it's time to pull the needle from my veins break it into two and throw it away with no recollection of what happened smiling towards me asking me what the hell i'm doing well i don't know or maybe i just do, but i can't or won't say it it would affect me in a way or two but wouldn't fin

writing something down can be beautiful beautiful before my own eyes equally trusted by my heart here i am again asking questions, saying again that there are no answers quite boring huh ? yeah, probably but i don't ask you to like it but if you do, i like you if you don't.... i was ready to tear this apart but i will give it one more shot stop thinking so dramatic because that is not what i meant why does everyone always think so negative about such things ? i just don't get it but i don't judge them, i find myself in that state of mind once in a while i always get mesmerized by eyes why ? i don't know maybe because to me

-relative piracy I- what if i say "feed my will to feel this moment" would they kill me ? if so, i hope i fed theirs -relative I- i was taught to fly but never learned the skills so if i crash and burn would it be a downward spiral or just the same air that blew me up? it would suck me back down and put my feet back on the ground teaching me there is no such thing as flying as long if you don't have wings -relative piracy II- this square will be nothing it won't be round this time so don't ask me to draw because i can't teach me to feel this moment -relative II- don't give me answers because i got the wrong questions

novus opiate seclorum het kiezen laat ons de keuze te kiezen tussen keuzes of de dood we weten niet waarom of wie of beter: of we dit willen of niet ik kies zelf ik wacht wel op jezelf is geen optie maar een nonchalance van ons eigen onzekere bestaan et in arcadia ego niet ? of wel ? dat ligt aan ons kiezen we voor de keuze te kiezen of kiezen we liever zelf ? als herder wil ik mijn schapen veilig houden maar als er eentje vlucht zal ik alles in het werk stellen om het terug te brengen bij de kudde als opperhoofd wil ik mijn volk vrede brengen maar als er eentje oorlog wilt zal ik alles in het werk stellen om hem zij

that night i knew. nothing was getting deeper than i had hoped for. sitting in front of the reflection of progress, the desecration of life, feeling tired and varieted. too varieted for my own senses, i tried to find an answer to fill up my already busy moments. desecrated will be my guiding word now. holy timelessness of my being, being reduced to a sweat beat. seeing myself in the mirror reminding me that everything is what it seems. listening to early sounds of woe and for some reason i'm trying to remember a certain shade of agony. i don't know why, revive a memory that was long gone... writing down short sentences without any

it's coming down again i know it will feel like a drug the square is round once more and you will seek answers in the dull being left with a whole empire of questions but your square will be round once more when you try it on go ahead and try it it will feel like a second skin walk over the bridge that will be made when you listen to the Voice Within your only bridge to cross will be the astonishment of your silence only if you're quiet your silence will be heard

"you have to go", he said. "i am not letting you see me scrape the stars from the sky". this million years old wallpaper was getting too well-known for him. "but i want to see it", she said. "i am ready for our future". she could taste the night coming down on her lips. he replaced the boring stars with rough red rubies. "this is our future", he said. "whenever someone sees these rubies, their eyes will sore." "why ?", she asked. "aren't rubies supposed to be pretty?" he puts another ruby in the shrine. "remember that beauty is always accompanied by a sharp edge. whenever you see something as pretty as these rubies, don't forget to lo