Hours become days
days become years

Like the flickering candle in the wind
Thoughts pop up from deep within.
Panic the soul feels
maybe never again to see

So distant and close so near and far
Never within the arms to hold
Never to feel the coolness of your breath
Never to hear the pounding  of your heart
Never the flushing and the rushing

Craziness that you asked to be defined........cant fully tho

The inner desire
Of one
Which is me
To be genuine and caring
Attentive and compassionate
To people around him,
About thouse whom one gives
All himself..
And one humbly might say
To some degree it is achieved
But then what happens next
It punches you hard
Straight into your heart
You opened it to them
Stark naked stand there
With no intention other then
What you meant
To care, to love..
Do they take it as a game?
Some sort of wicked trick
To play them..
Why they go around,
Misuse your blind puppy trust
Don't give a s**t of what you feel
Shutter you gradually
Peace by peace
Till nothing remains
No love, no care..

Day-by-day
I find it hard
To speak myself
About things inside of me,
Thoughts i have,
Feelings i feel..
It's way too hard
To do it now..
I try it,
Belive me, tryed today..
But all I got
Was just a judgment
Or useless lecture
Lecture about obvious things
I had to do or not..
I knew it was mistake,
Knew the outcome
By saying that to me
They make it worst..
One knows intellectually
They try to help
But it shut me up
And locks inside..

We met long ago
Even thou it was not that long at all
Hardly couple months..
We saw each other four or five times
I've imagined that you were someone,
Who get to understand me
Without much of explanation
Without explanation at all
I've imagened that you were reflection
Reflection of myself througgh the story
The story you told me about yourself
If there any such thing,
I've imagined,
That you were my soulmate,
That phantom person
Which they talk endlessly about
Which we search throughout our life
To share moments of life
together
I wonder if there any such person,
Or we are just framed,
Conditioned to believe in it..
Wise man said:
We are just the sets
Of words, of actions
Repeatedly reused cliches..
The world has become one old theater
With repeated acts in it..
I wonder how it would be,
To live in such world,
Where you and I
Have to actually experience all
Beauties and miseries of life
Where we go through relationships
Without reflection of past
Simply by not having memory of the past..
Does it even metter
The Past?
Or it's merely our approach to exist..?

I've imagined you
I've imagined me


Is it all just a dream???