Dear Mom,

"I dont know why to stay, I dont know what to miss. I dont know what to do here but getting old. I drank
so much last night, I heard my life burning. What can I do in this world? I asked myself, what can I do?"

"Mom I feel sick, in their world, life is about rules. It makes me unhappy.
Mom, you gave me life. But I messed it up.
They take a bus everyday between work place and home.
They care about food and wages. The truth is,are they all crazy or am I?"

"But mom you know I am a piece of gold, gold will illuminate someday, sooner or later..."

highways and street lights

If tonight, was th only chance for you to take th last train out of here, how are you going to run away?

If this one life is left with one love to share, are we going to turn our backs on it?
We'll pray in th darkest night for brighter days. Nothing's really worth anything if it brings you down easily.

I'd like to be on my way on th road where I know will lead me to certainty.

free-dreams-for-all

Once upon a time, you woke up and everything was falling apart.


Everything you thought you could do, that you thought made you special, someone else could do better. Maybe everyone caught up to you while you weren't growing; or maybe it wasn't you from the beginning. And when you tried it for yourself, the humiliation that followed traumatized you, and you never again wanted to face something that wasn't secure.

See, that's when suffering can come in handy; You realize that imperfection is a possibility, an option, a reality. What I wanted was the ability to be someone else, or at least pretend to be.

Sometimes, that's all a person ever wants to hear. And I heard it from someone special. He said it and made my day, like he always makes my day, makes me smile.

I don't know why he's there, or why me. He just told me that I always make him smile, and I have no idea how that's possible. It's him that always makes me smile, that makes me feel good about myself. And when he says he misses me, I believe him, searching my name, my company, my conversation as soon as he can.

Sometimes people come at the right time. I know HE did, just in time to save my dying self-esteem. When the person who's supposed to care for you more than anything -- doesn't, then someone else does. And does it real well. I'm so thankful.

If this be a fairy tale, it wouldn't sell. Children won't grow up remembering and treasuring the boy and the girl with their human faults and flaws who accepted each other whilst running out of good things to say. No one would care, and neither would I. I'll just go on living this fairy tale wannabe, and smiling as I do so.

In the end, it's my smile that matters the most.

And you're just gonna have to let me go with that.

let's pretend we're all alone.

You try sitting down at MacDonalds with people who have no aim and no motivation in life and just talk about how the societies slowly filling up with all these hipsters some even hipster like youth who care too much about what other people think to actually realize that they're just lonely misfits who cant decide where they would like to settle in this tiny society of ours and then see if you can actually find the strength to just ask them all to shut the fuck up and stop talking about stupid hipsters when they themselves quietly wished they were part of the misfits and then walk out just walk out the retard glass doors that always swing in your face and run across the road almost get knocked down and then miss your bus home after all that running take a smoke and walk home instead because that's life now and nobody cares about picnics with your friends and baking cakes on your friends birthdays anymore because everybody's always rushing for time and nobody cares about your existence as if I ever did but whatever everyone's lost in their own world now anyway.

You had me at Goodbye.

two strangers said "goodbye" to me as I got off th bus.
I was all smiles as I walked home. Thank you.