Running just to keep my hands on you...

This half a year took a toll on me,

but I made it with you next to me -

around the world and back again,

I hope you're waiting at the end.

Lust for life...

I realised today, as I was driving away, knowing that I shall soon return, that I will love you always. Even when my hair turns grey, if there's any left at all, I will love you still. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate features of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face, I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all - to see it all with you.

As it turns out, actual happiness looks pretty solid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. It is neither spectacular nor grand. Neither ecstatic nor thrilling. And, of course, stability isn't nearly as exhilarating  as instability. And being content has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is quite boring, actually. Quite dull. One could even say that it's nothing special. Yet despite all this, once achieved and accepted, you will find grasping it, holding it tight, and never letting go.

Heights that used to scare me...

Mislim, da počasi razumem.

Don't break my stride...

Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. A day when nothing else matters but you. Your thoughts, your fears, your joy. A day when you can finally let go of everything that haunted your soul for so long. Jobs, family, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence. We are not irreplaceable as we'd like to believe, and accepting that is the first step to freedom, and the last step to happiness. Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. Today I let go. I let go of you.

Don't kill my vibe...

Running around my head in a holy fire...

In times of stress and high pressure, the best thing we can do for each other is to listen with our ears and our hearts and to be assured that our questions are just as important as our answers. To not be prompted to act out in anger and rage. To simply accept that while things aren't perfect just yet, they might very well soon be. Because I promise you that nothing is as chaotic as it seems. Nothing is worth diminishing your success of moving forward. Nothing is worth poisoning yourself into a rabbit hole from which there is no escape, Anxiety and fear are there for a reason - don't ignore them. See them for the potential they have as a new world opens in beauty and light. See them within and trust their capacity to allow you to know yourself ... to know all things.

What a lone poor shoe...

Fish fell out of water,

bird stuck on the ground,

chaos giving orders,

everything is upside down.

The whole world on a flight path -

I wonder where they'll go?

Trouble's on the outside, I know.

Open heart, open mind...

Bomber jacket and a snapback...

Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! It is as though he has been silent and fuddled with sleep all his life. In spite of all, he knows now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.

After all these years I still had the impulse, every so often, to find a new home. Spaces became too familiar, too elastic, too accommodating. Boredom and exasperation would set in. And though of course nothing really changed from one roof to another, I liked to harbour the illusion that small variations occurred within, that with each move something was being renewed. For if there is happiness tucked away in my tragedies, I'll find it no matter what. If the blind can find joy in music, and the deaf can discover it with colours, I will do my best to always find the sun in the darkness because my life isn't one sad ending - it's a series of endless happy beginnings.

Sipping on emotions...

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time. That is the life of men. to forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth and once he dreamt of becoming a beautiful writer, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

Running all the red lights...

I know now, after so many years spent trying and failing, that the journey never truly ends. The finding ones purpose, and then losing it in the same breath, the forgetting and remembering of memories, the leaving home, just so that you can one day return - all of those things never end. For the absolute basic principle of life, is that it moves on, and it does so with or without us. The whole of existence is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another opportunity. Always another path to take, mountain to climb, ocean to swim across. We are never finished being tested. We are never really done. And sometimes the course of our lives depends on what we do or don't do in a few seconds, a heartbeat, when we either seize the opportunity, or just miss it. Miss the moment and you never get a chance again.

A stroll down memory lane...

We were lovers on a wild ride,

speeding for the finish line,

come until the end of our time.

Started off as a wildfire, 

burning down the bridges to our empire -

our love was something they could admire.

We were high and we were sober.

We were under, we were over.

We were young and now I'm older,

but I'd do it all again

The future taking its toll...

I can't even grasp how quickly my life is changing, and how vastly it will be different a few days from now. I always sort of believed that the tectonic plates of our journey moved slowly, and then one day we find ourselves on a new continent. But alas, it seems that this month shall bring forth earthquake after earthquake, shattering my foundations and forming something new, something yet undiscovered. All my past lessons will surely come into play, yet I cannot shake the feeling that somehow nothing could have truly prepared me for what is to come. All I promise at this point, is that I will try to not let you down. I will try to keep my head high, and not give in to my lesser instincts. I will try.

I don't so much mind looking back on having lost, or having been denied an opportunity, or having had my writings repeatedly rejected, or having been turned down for a date, or recalling laughter at my expense when I attempted some silly challenge. Those things simply prove that I lived life. What I do mind, however, is looking back on the lost opportunities where imagined concerns kept me from even trying - lose or win. I've learned that there is no regret in a brave attempt, only in cowering to fear. So, never give up. It's like breathing - once you quit, your flame dies letting total darkness extinguish every last gasp of hope. You can't do that. You must continue taking in even the shallowest of breaths, continue putting forth even the smallest of efforts to sustain your dreams. Don't ever, ever, ever give up.

He knows what is what...

There was a time that I was blue...

Watching sunsets on balconies...

Brace yourself, he thinks. Smile while you still can, he mumbles underneath his breath, for the life he wants has its price, and as payment is finally being demanded, he wonders if perhaps he miscalculated - maybe the dreams he dreams aren't worth the hassle, the struggle, the grief. Maybe who he always imagined he'd be, isn't nearly as marvellous as he'd like to think. Maybe he convinced himself into believing something that has intangible means of success, only to marvel in owe when he inevitably fails. The answers are far from simple, and as he is about to put himself out there unlike ever before, he realises that despite his fears and self doubt, there really is nothing to be afraid of, it's just life.