It has been long since I write you something,
but right know I do hold a pen nothing in mind to give but something heavy in my nerves forces me .
In your endeavors you're but maybe great a portion of me could be with you .
Only that I regret to be far ,why far is the bridge between us now ?
Should I take it off as it's playing a role it was never his. Maybe build something new and different.

I can only think of walking through space for seconds ,I miss you I don't know if you miss me .

Am okay but never okay without you near ,you teach me to adapt solitude it's funny,but I don't want to learn being alone,I want to learn being with you hold you tight maybe kiss you better,just us . Presence and love .

I didn't prepare to write I just wrote,and maybe you aren't prepared to read but just read.

Seeds don't choose where to germinate,but means of dispersal hence the power of nature.
We are young to this life that we almost don't know how to live.
Adapting we may say ,but confusing that choices we make are predetermined,
Maybe at long last we are not responsible for our fate,
Or we are responsible for our fate that every choice is a road to a destination.


What do we really want for ourselves,else we should ask what do we need young us,
You can ask it's either food ,or plate of food,
Every young self wants what's best for them but they never know what they really want,
Wealth until they get addicted to gambling,peace until in solitude depression hits,
Knowledge until books are no more fun than our favorite football teams.


We have parents so we believe that we are in able and trustful hands,
Though the truth hits us in silence that even so we are responsible for ourselves,
Animals use instincts to survive or hunt, different to people as they use reason and intuition
But what's good can reasoning help where artificial intelligence exists ,
Then comfort is the bed of our young men and women,why think yet a machine can do that?
Why being creative? Some people that's their role, to whom can I be good? Just myself
What talent do I have? It's hard to recognize, otherwise why should I care?


The young us is in the era of confusion,where the government no longer supports it's future,
The technology attacks the visions of young us, and the old never tries to change anything,
But until when should we arise,but if we do what good can we do?
We say the best captain is forged through a rough sea ,
Is there hope that best young men and women will be Forged from this pain ,
Right now if it's an opportunity is to be presented then morality will be excluded,
Young people will make a choice of survival,then they won't care what's right or wrong,



A river flows forward and backwards it's just an irony hence a clear fact,
We can't take time back but live life anyway because it's us and not our parents,
We follow the system that was created by the elite and powerful,but still believe it's there,
To serve us and not them to control us,but it's truth also that we don't care because all we want,
It's to breath.

Who else can we turn to ,but have faith in God,
Someone greater and more powerful is more than able,why worry?
To us young men we have a journey to walk anyway.

In the longest nights of silence, sometimes it's not me alone,,
I feel,the presence of someone alike but different.
Could it be possible? We are always walking a pair.
I wonder if it's my spirit, animal form of me and maybe my divided mind.
The decision we fight with ourselves, this or that.
Maybe it's never about intuition,but our daemons.
Found myself liking a type of meal,but my body is allergic to it .
Above what we value, maybe we should seek our deamom and cherish it.
In the toughest moments,we challenge them but don't know how.
That's part of us apart from us but with us.

The most sacred place barely recognized,it happens when we're used to things.
For granted is what we price everything we can access, effortlessly
Made of four walls , without all senses we carry with us
But it's where we all are .

It knows our faces without being polished, our secrets and hidden selves ,
Sometimes it reveals,what kind of being we exists,
Disorganized and maybe in order.

Often we leave ourselves to it,
Walking to the world with a copy,like a habit we perfectly mastered,
Meeting with other selves ,just purely copies.

Impossible to walk to each other,reveal the original we are
But we all know the prize of betrayal, maybe death if not destruction.

It's a place that holds us ,with a single grip we all belong
In and out it bears ,and dares not to fight but protect.

Who can be without it?
It's a place we barely recognize, sacred it may be
Yet just exist in it.

I travel cities with eager and hope ,
I leave home as if I won't get back ,
It's a beautiful pain ,the one that wakes a man out bed early.

In the mixture of emotions it comes ,
Like another episode.
Curious to explore and expect ,
This is when love is no more admired,
But felt like a curse.

On arrival no hurry to meet ,greet or call.
Above ignorance is disrespect but more of excuses,
It's the day I was aware ,it was no love
But a bluff

Do you speak of future we shall spend time together,and no hurry to spend time together?
What does future relate with now ?
Is one immature or just uninterested?

In places where butterflies glow
Glowing with their attractive features,  
Though many they may be, different they seem.  
But to take one away is a scar we already carry,  
Yet still seek to understand.

To you, my heart,,sweet as you are,  
You're also a mystery,  
The kind that pulls me closer  
And glues me to you.

I want a story ,one that keeps us smiling,  
Through sorrow, joy, and into old age, if we're lucky.  
But you take most pages,
Does that mean you prefer me in your heart,  
More than just on paper?

Sometimes I wonder, how crazy you make me feel,  
Yet I still give you my heart.  
I may allow you to pierce it,
Sometimes it may bleed,
But still, I’ll always choose you.


In a burning ground,  
Let me carry you in my arms.  
In your silence,  
Let me fill it with words of comfort.  
You deserve love,
And from me, I’d carry a mountain for you.

Only that my arms are too short to wrap it all at once.  
But my heart is wealthy,
And I can share it all with you.
I’m running dry of words…

In the darkest corners of my quiet nights,I stare deep into my darkest thoughts.
A mixture of feelings I experience, maybe anger - happiness or sadness,
But confusion is the result, difficult it is any signs of clarity to have.
It's complicated like searching for a key ,fallen to the ground at night,
And how is it possible to find it , without any light but natural eyes?

Then it clicks into my mind , maybe I should look for light, I really need it,the key.
I text her ,she is my therapist, maybe a lover, or a friend.
But disappointments comes unexpectedly, mostly unwelcomed,
No replies, neither phone calls ,just the silence again,
But this time,it's a warfare,it's a wish to never have started looking for light.


Sometimes it's better what we have,than looking for something that will take it away,
Our own silence can be more peaceful,but we barely feel comfortable in it,
Other people's silence can be harmful,that we force them to fill the gap ,
Only to become their slaves,but what can we do with silence anyway?