Remind me to forget...

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place. But standing there alone on the landing, I thought of how she'd held me close against her lap as we watched the sky together. I'd always thought I couldn't remember, but suddenly in that moment, I closed my eyes and saw the comet, finally, brilliant and impossible, stretching above me across the sky. I realised that joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments - but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken. For amidst of all these darkness, soul wrenching pain and disappointments, I have a heart that still believes in love, trust and second chances. And that my dear, is what makes me so beautiful.

Water under the bridge...

Leaving to find my soul...

It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. The universe has given us, in measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get - when our will strains after a path we may not follow - we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as strong as the forbidden fruit it longed to taste, and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one fortune has blocked up against us, if rougher than it.

Whatever it takes...

Everybody waiting for the fall of man,

everybody praying for the end of times,

everybody hoping they could be the one.

Run me like a racehorse,

pull me like a ripcord,

break me down and build me up.

I wanna be the slip,

word upon your lip,

letter that you rip.

Someone who's afraid to let go...

He was breathing deeply, he forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane and static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, he was finally coming to a halt. At the same time he seemed to be recovering his roots, and the sap rose anew in his body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing his whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, he was only waiting for his pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in him. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill him, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the centre of his being, and overflowing wave upon wave to his moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above him as he lay with his back against the cold earth.

I just want to roll my sleeves up...

Sinking like a stone...

There is no way I am coming out of this alive. Something shall slip my grasp and I shall be left barren and lost. I have taken too much upon myself. I didn't think things through enough and now I have no choice but to face my destiny - with my chin held high and pride in my eyes. If I don't have the integrity to admit when I was wrong, when I have failed and am not enough, then I'm not truly the man I thought I was. The man I want to be. Do not cry for me, though. There are far worse fates than those of recklessly ambitious dreamers, who wished for the stars, and didn't expect they'd actually get to plummet towards them.  

Freedom is to stand naked at the moment, having no expectations, nothing to lose or to gain. The empty then is fulfilled, just to be emptied again at the next moment. The absolute freedom is, to become every path, at any given moment. Because not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.

Not scared of getting older...

As we are now...

Even still, we run. We have not reached so far into the future without knowing that it hurts. But even so, you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it once again, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and your heartbeat slows, and your sweat dries, if you've run through the hard part, you will remember no pain. For happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.

I won't let you go...

Long steady road ,oh travel be kind,

I'm searching for some peace of mind.

The home that you know, a home left behind,

oh trouble don't trouble this time.

And baby don't look back, odds don't stack,

they just crumble down, around you.

You got to go away if you wanna come back,

I won't crack, I can't make a sound without you.

Too young to feel this old...

The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face it. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the winds is your only hope. When you are laid bare you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what so deep; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never torn to shreds by the fastness of the universe. So, don't run from your pain, avoid it or try to find shelter from every drop that falls from the sky. Run into your pain. Embrace every hardship and let the bridges you burn light the way forward. Let life's storm shatter you.

All the stars are closer...

Be real. Embrace that you have weakness. Because everyone does. Embrace that your body is not perfect. Because nobody’s is. Embrace that you have things you can’t control. We all have a list of them. If only I could change the world around me, perhaps my truth won’t one day be the end of me.

Oh, sweet little boy, you are so overwhelmed by life sometimes, I know, by the enormity of it all, by the vastness of the possibilities, by the myriad of perspectives available to you. You feel so pressed down sometimes, by all the unresolved questions, by all the information you are supposed to process and hold, by the urgency of things. You are overcome by powerful emotions, trying to make it all work out somehow, trying to get everything done on time, trying to resolve things so fast, even trying not to try at all. You are exhausted, sweet one, exhausted from all the trying and the not trying, and you are struggling to trust life again. It's all too much for the soul, isn't it? You are exhausted; you long to rest. And that is not a failing of yours, not a horrible mistake, but something wonderful to embrace.

Go forth and have no fear...

What so not...

It's my time to break the rules...

I am afraid. Just saying that makes me feel a bit better, though not nearly enough to help me sleep. Tomorrow I embark upon my destiny. I have worked hard and I have put myself out there in ways most never dare to. Now it is time to let go, and let life happen as it may. It's hard to admit, but my circumstances have become connected with a lot of people, and I have found that compassion hurts. When you feel a bond to the world around you, you also feel responsible for it. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

Living like we're renegades...

Run away with me

Lost souls and reverie

Running wild and running free

Two kids, you and me

Long live the pioneers

Rebels and mutineers

Go forth and have no fear

Come close the end is near.