Love has damaged me and I don't know if that's a bad thing. I have been burned and betrayed in love so many times that it has made me reconsider the definition of that deceptively simple term. But in having been damaged by love, I have realized that what I may have thought of as love was not in fact that but a cheap simulacrum. And knowing this, I will know in the future when truly I have found love.

Close your eyes.

Paint me miles away from here in infinite colour.

No shadow; immortalise me as I am.

Let me run free on the canvas, and I will question everything I ever took for granted.

Add a super power, and make me invisible so only you know it's me.

On my journey, help me not to fall into fantasy.

...and if you want to choose a season let it be winter, and let summer in my eyes forever.

You will see me fighting with all my fears, so paint a brave face to scare all my demons.

You will be the only one who knows how lost I am inside.

Be kind, and let me grow...

More dark green to color my silence.

Is that rain? No, dont cry - we are all mortal here.

There is no forever, only our connections will float in to the atmosphere

I don't want clouds above me, all I need is a circle falling in love with a square

Instead of the sun paint a big yellow triangle with a black one within.

Reach the depth of my being where you exist only as conscience – free from human inhibition.

Now smile… and when you open your eyes you’ll be more pure than my imagination could ever allow.

April 6, 2016 / Flow

You´re going to hate this but the truth is that I am a creep in an imaginary tower

and you can´t even pass through the dark forest of my thoughts.

This imaginary stupid tower and those cold nights, the forest...made me the

person I am today. I survived the days when I didn´t want to even be alive.

And now please stop telling me about your superficial life..and how terrorized and flattened you are by trivialities, and how you are eaten up by nothing.

My wolves are getting hungry.

You're sure roses are red?

That's just one point of view

Because what I see as ruby

Looks emerald to you

What you might call green

In it's variable hues

All looks the same

Until it strays toward blues

To cries of 'misrepresentation!

Flowers labelled askew!'

Well, to me there's no difference 

Between violet and blue. 

I've learned to adapt

I do fine, I make do

But I don't believe all that I see

To be true. 

We are all just humans, high on the idea that mediocre love, only love, can heal us. But how about strong connections between us?

How about another human dimension? How about we dig deeper than this?

How about getting real? This is the only way we can heal our brokenness.

There are too many mediocre things in life; What we create between us shouldn´t be one of them. I believe that there is something better, something stronger inside.

Hush, my child

go to sleep

Hush, my pet

please don't weep

Hush, sister

papa's deep asleep.

We're chasing silence

every day

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀why, you say

so that we may

in peace lay

and rest, not play.

But silence doesn't exist

since the big boom

the sun kissed

our sleeping Earth

and chased the gloom

from our midst.

"Om"

the sound

that shattered 

the silence

of which

there is

nevermore.

So when you put

a finger to your lips

think about the moment

that shattered the silence

and love the sounds

that bring the Earth

to life

find peace

in the crickets

⠀in the children's play

⠀⠀in the river

⠀in the rustling wind

in the falling leaves

and learn to sleep

in the song

of the Earth.

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