I want to contact the living...

I'm not sure I understand,

this role I've been given.

I sit and talk to god,

but he just laughs at my plans,

my head speaks a language,

I don't understand.

Before I arrive,

I see myself coming...

We're too high, we can't come down...

Enthralled by a heavy flush of emotions, as I allow myself to believe in the impossible. It is then, when all feels right in the world. When I can create whoever and whatever I want. There are no boundries, no walls to tear down. Just an infinity of space, bluntly being consumed by my imagination. But in each and every scenario I somehow find myself back at you. It's funny really, how none of us are able to escape our fate. It has already been written, and we are merely spectators, watching as our life unfolds...

The people I cherish the most, are the ones who inspire me, entertain me, and make me learn a ton without me even knowing it. The past was gone, and the future has yet to unfold, and I know I should focus on life in the present, yet day-after-day it strikes me as endless and unbearable. Strange, what being forced to slow down can do to a person...

Stories are as unique, as the people who tell them, and the best ones are those in which the ending is a surprise. I can tell you all right now, that you won't see it coming, and you can't predict it in a million years. It's going to be the best thing that's every happened, to all of us. And as my distant gaze settles on the mystic moon, I am filled with an overwhelming sensation of joy. Because I finally realised that no matter where it is in the sky, no matter where you are in the world, the moon is never bigger than your thumb...

I'm watching you watching me...

Your whole world...

I talk a lot about life, though I know very little about it, and I complain about things others would envy. Yet knowing this has not stopped me from taking for granted all the wonderful things that have happened over the years. As I woke up this morning I realised that I have been reading and writing these profound stories with characters that let opportunities slip by, that let their life pass away, living in fear, because tomorrow is still so uncertain. I preach lesson in life and if I dont follow the tennants of those lessons, I'm not the man I thought I was, the man I want to be...

I don't know what to expect anymore. Until about an hour a go, I was certain, I was so certain that circumstances are different this time, that this journey will somehow be easier because of all the things I was able to change about myself and the world around me. But the more I thought about the situation I'm in, the more I couldn't deny the irony that life keeps throwing at me. I'm not as brave as I act. I'm not as confident as I tell myself I am. I've got to stop fighting it, it's the only way. It was all just a reflection, and maybe it's good that you're gone. I just feel like there's so much more you could have given. There was so much more I needed to get...

Stopm v sobo

polno neznanih ljudi,

čutm poglede

kako zavidajo svet,

ki ga v resnici sploh ni.

A stroll down memory lane...

You lied. You told me that I was capable of anything, that nothing could stand in my way if I really committed my time and energy. And with my heart and mind, I believed you. Today that changed. I don't trust you anymore. The web of lies you created has been destroyed, because the truth shines as bright as ever. You lied, and for the first time in my life, you let me down...

But I was wrong too, because I realised people do indeed change. Because change is actually the only constant in our entire existence - we morph, we merge, we grow, we die. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural. The way we clinge to what things were instead of letting them be what they are. The way we clinge to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing. Change is constant, how we experience it, well that's up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, and go with it, it can feel like at any moment we can be born all over again...

"What" and "if" are two words as non threatening as words can be. But put them together side by side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? We all dream of a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, then I'd had the courage to seize it, and if any of you didn't, I hope one day you will...

Everything is better when the sun goes down...

Take me, I'm alive.

I never was a boy,

with a wicked mind.

I had everything,

opportunities for eternity,

but now, when I look inside your eyes,

I'm running towards the light...

With you, I'm born again...

I became afraid, despite of everything that transpired over what feels like a millenium. I know I should be filled with joy, for this reunion is proof that love can still be ours, but I realise the bell has already tolled this evening. The sun has long since set, and the grinch that stole you away is about to come reclaim what is his, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at you and wait and live a lifetime in these remaining moments...

Just because something takes long to get, doesn't mean it will last, and when something is over, it doesn't always pass. We choose for it to stay and be a part of us. We like how it feels, how it stings, how it makes us remember everything we gave up on the path to get it. Yet knowing all of this, has not stopped me from once again, finding myself hoping and wishing, for a forever after, that we both know can never be...

Who am I? And how I wonder, will this story end? It's not easy to explain, but I have a feeling I'll never know, because I'm not really suppose to. We aren't lost, we just tell ourselves we are, so we can justify the mistakes we make. I found you, and you found me, and together we found our souls, and now when we look deep inside each others eyes, for the briefest of moments, we are filled with an enigmatic calm, which sets the tone for the journey ahead...

Up inside your eyes...

Dearly beloved...

Surely, love is suppose to bring joy, it is suppose to grant you peace, but here, it was bringing only pain. Someday I'll find someone special again. People who've been in love once usually do. It's in our nature. I cannot adequately describe the intensity of what I was feeling, when I realised I ruined it. Love, anger, sadness, hope and fear, whirling together, sharpened by the instant realisation that nothing will ever be the same. I knew that I had never felt as strongly for another person as I did in that moment. When I returned her gaze, it made me wish for the millionth time that I could somehow make it all better...

She is a stranger now, even though once, we were friends, which was oddly enough for me. In a lifetime of mistakes, I guess you're the only one I don't really regret. The winds of destiny blow, when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheak. Yet alas, the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do, a future that is impossible to ignore. So tell me, how far should a person go, in the name of true love?

So many things that still need to be said, await just beneath the horizon, hoping to be set free, and with them their keepers. But if we've learned anything about each other, is that we rarely part with our secrets. It makes perfect sense, in a time when nothing seems to. All I know is that, there's one thing I still haven't told you, and with each passing day, the desire to do so, slowly washes away...

Evil lives on...

I want to wake up tomorrow and be the man I know I can be. I want to walk into a room, and bring my whole life with me. I have a million reasons to be anywhere else, yet I chose to be where I am. If you listen I'll tell you how I got here. How I forgot where I was going, then I found myself somewhere I didn't recognise. If you listen I'll tell you about the time I thought I was perfect, and how I smiled with wisdom and content because I realised the world isn't perfect. We're flawed because we want so much more. We're ruined because when we get these things, we wish for what we had. As if that weren't enough, I find myself questioning everything I do, because really, nothing seems to be good enough...

At one point you just have to stop fighting it. But the problem with me is that I either give up too soon, or way too late. A curse inflicting me with agony, which could otherwise be avoided. Tell me something. Do you punish me on purpose? I know I deserve it, but somehow, deep inside the profanity, which is my mind, I thought maybe you would forgive and forget, and we could finally be one of those people, who can find themselves within each other, and use that to paint the story of their happy ever after. It's hard, you know, going forward all alone. I guess it was meant to turn out this way. Just me, and the decrepit boulevard of shattered souls...

Taste my soul, drink my heart...

I love silence. I find it to be holy and pure and it draws us together. Because only those who are truly comfortable with each other can sit without speaking and still feel content. It takes a lifetime to learn for most. But those who sit silently and watch the world around us can understand the true meaning of silence, and how pure it really is. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotions reside and make silence worth everything in the world...

"I don't want to lose you" my voice almost a whisper. She took my hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let go. She could feel her tears again, but she fought them back. "But you don't want to keep me either, do you?" To that I had no response. The silence said it all...

As bad as everything was, I learned something about myself, in fact I learned a lot. It could have been worse, a lot worse, but for me, it was all I could have handled at the time. It overwhelmed logic and common sense. Why did I do it? And more importantly, would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it, and to this very day, to this very moment, I still don't know why...

You can't see tomorrow...

In a world made of steel,

in a world made of stone,

silent tears full of pride,

but a slow glowing dream,

that your fear seems to hide.

Dancing 'till the end of time,

like now or never, with strength and pride...

I will live today...

500 days of summer...

Loving once, and only once, is possible, but what's impossible, is to fall out of love. It is such a powerful emotion, that once it envelops you, it does not depart. It is simply eternal. And if you think that you were able to get over someone you loved, then I'm sorry to say, but it wasn't love at all...

Because really, love is not written on paper, as it can be destroyed. Love is not etched in stone, as it can be broken. It is inscribed on the heart, and there it shall remain forever...

You know that fantasy, of a still night, of a perfect getaway, which abruptly but firmly grounds the foundations of your entire future? Well what if one day you woke up, and you realised that events have been set in motion, which just might take you exactly where you need to go...

I guess there's no proper way to react, there are no words to express the profound feelings that go through your soul. All you can do, is know that you are one of few, one in a million in fact, who is actually given everything you ever wanted, and then some more...

Everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us.

We're bionic, completely supersonic...

I've been thinking a lot about you these last few days. Wondering why the journey I'm on seemed to have led through you. I know it's not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but I hope it somehow circles back to the place I belong. What I'm trying to say is that you're there, in everything I am, in everything I've ever done...

I don't live for others. I do what's right for me, even if it hurts someone I love. People come, people go - they drift in and out of our lives almost seamingly, like characters in a book. They have told their story and you start up again, fresh, with new characters and adventures, then suddenly those from the past don't seem so interesting anymore. A fraction of a memory remains, waiting to be reignited by a flame that was never truly lit...

Finishing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing, actually it's one of the most enjoyable moments in life. And even though failure is predetermined, the magic never really fades. There, deep inside, lies the beauty of it all, the meaning of our existence, the man behind the mask - a petrified boy, trying with all his might, to create something, anything, that can make people understand, not who he is, but who he wants to become...

I am your destiny...

The truth only means something when it's hard to admit and when it takes every bit of our soul to break the chain of lies we created to safeguard our lives. We always have a choice, it's just that some people, including me, usually make the wrong one. It would have been so easy back then, to come clean, but the longer I waited, the harder it became and now I've reached a point where all I can think about is the life I destroyed and how that in turn, destroyed me...

There will be no more words concerning this. It is burried forever, as it should be and they will never know. From now on, it's all about living as freely as one can and having as much fun as possible. No more sacrifices, no more worries, just the sheer thrill of being lost in the moment. There's no getting over it, all we can do now is party and party and then party some more...

I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly I rise my face towards the moon. I drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm thinking of her. But instead I stay where I am and stare up the moon, I know she is as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like she's here again, and everything I ever wanted, suddenly seems so close, so achievable. It's as if nothing had changed...