We are going side by side.
Holding hands.
Shoulders embracing the warmth.
Don’t let the stars fade away.
Become who you are and be who you will never be.
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The whole day have been so strange.
So strange have been the past few weeks.
Dreams are enchanted, and painful.
Never want to wake up, and not sure if I truly have during my awake hours.
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The fields are empty, and the bird has fallen.
Single shot from lonely hunter, to fill the craving in his heart and soul.
To fill the cold spot, what was left behind, after the death of the wife.
After the feelings fled into the street full of walking corpses.
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My lips are dry.
Try to look above, into the skies.
Try, try, try. Do, do, do.
To live fully, you don’t need to fulfill
the dreams and illusions of others.
To live with full emotion,
you don’t need to betray and lie.
You don’t need to create false memories and illusions.
Don’t, don’t, don’t.
Life, death, reincarnation.
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We have grown apart and then we wander.
Why haven’t we noticed, that we have been in love with a stranger?.
And then we do understand. Hopeless and drained we feel.
The ache in our veins is false and just a small part of the jigsaw.
Yes, we keep collecting the pieces,
that the other “half” is pulling down.
And the promises, that were once made,
are all behind the horizon.
Only the Tearmaster will know,
if the rivers will be floated over or maintain the drought.
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The blind man is never dark.
The deaf ear is never silent.
The mute lips are never tranquil.
They have more than any “ideal” person.
They are whole.
Their imperfection makes them perfect.
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And we wander more, why have everyone changed so much.
Yet we are blind to the fact, that this is us, who have evolved.
Hard to accept, people move to you and pass by.
People come and go, they choose you to company on their journey
or dump beside the highway.
On these days, this is rare.
It is rare, when you will collect friendship of lifetime.
Somehow it all matters, teaches and we learn.
We want, but our desires are wrong.
Or our wantings does not match with the desires.
And then we take wrong turn on the crossroads.
And curse ourselves for being a fool.
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Hang on, we say to our partners in crime.
To our friends we promise.
And then leave everyone behind.
Lie through stupid and weak apologies.
Lie is something that makes us all weak.
Speaking the truth may hurt, but through hurt we grow stronger.
And being stronger makes us better persons.
We might survive the future.
