when someone understands the meaning of compassion – the art of self realization – the winds will blow into my face. the directions of faith, that lie disallusioned in those that I know will one day break. someday I’ll know my complement. Someone who will know patience and understand me. Understand the way I move …

i dont see the light, not anymore – not like before. these walls, stop me – how they hurt my eyes when they stare into me… my place is here with me, it is quiet, deathly, no lies, no smiles, no me. eat me, take the tase – my poison and keep me, kill me. …

higher than the stars I find myself again – beyond the dream of the lonely places that i’ve been. can you hear my sights of fancy, flights of sacred favour? have you heard my cries for trith? i ask you have you ever seen the star this high? Lonely places have no friends – and …

trying to forget you. not trying to think of you – forgetting to feel. remembering. then remembering how i remembered. civil rememberance – the physical separation – but psychological attachment. striken – but not for attenion nor love – only for rememberance.

what have you done since ive been gone? where have you been. would you tell me if i asked you. i wont ask you though. are the the person i knew before – have these things youve done, changed you. im aware, that youve been without me… i think youve done much, changed plenty in …

I’m messed up, like a broken toy, a broken kittens spine like when I was young – on the woden floor – do you remember god, you were there wth me, werent you? monotonous robot, kitten you danced a wicked movement that makes me sick in my body. So sad – broken kittten. I watched …

I’m sick in my veins, the blood that runs through my legs and hips is infected by this sickness that rips my nerves and shrieks sharpnesses. Every move I make I feel the bad move in my blood, corpsing throuht these palces of mine. Pain, of purple hell – jaggerd crystals of red angryness. my …

NOthing is more than who you are… you are… you are… I am and you are. Nothing is more than who you are, you are more than anything. you are you – no one is you, only you are the you inside… nothing is more than you.

I’m statisfied, I’m finding myself , the closer I get the further away I seem to be. I’m not there to be your friend, and It seems that this doesn’t matter to me, so it makes no difference. I’m here to be me, I’m not here to be your friend – I’m happy to be …

Never liked it – but never disliked it either. I’m in the level of greyness that takes nor recives – runs nor walks. Undicided and unsure and not willing to choose. I ind myself a obstacle that holds no duty these days – no yes’ and no no’ What am I here for, I tell …