Where are you my honey...

You know that feeling, we all sometimes get, where we simply decide to shut certain people out of our life? Usually for no apparent reason, it just feels right somehow. But what happens when you're on the other end of the stick? When someone, who you've shared a lot with, suddenly decides your not worth it anymore. Do you just let them go? Or do you fight for what you believe in, for the loving bond between you, for all the memories you don't want to lose?

The choice is yours, either way. But know this, choose your battles carefully, because if I learned anything it's that some wars cannot be won. Most conflicts are over before they even begin and most people really don't give a damn what happens to you. It's all a game of pretend, of who can last longer, of who gets hurt most in the end of it all. I've always been told that you can't lose something you never had. But lately I've come to realise that we only tell ourselves it's so, in order to protect all the plunders of war, we so desperately clinge to...

Our existence is flawed. It was never meant to turn out this way - we set off on a different path, yet here we are. Do you think we'll ever be here again? Death to the deceiver and her faith, for it is her beliefs that doomed us and from this point on, the faithless shall seek revenge. The crusade has begun and with it a new era. A cold breeze reminds me of how human I still am...

I'm back with a brand new rap...

Težko je, ko ti zmanka besed,

sploh ko maš tok misli,

k jih preprosto morš dat na papir.

Spet je en umru, bi mogu čutit več?

Sam sebe presenetm,

kok k zakleto skos sm si odveč.

Spet je en umru, bi se mogu jokat bolj?

Kri ni voda, solze pa so,

škoda le, da za tebe porabu sm vse.

Spet je en umru, kmal bom tudi jz.

Ko se sonca bom dotaknu,

v glavi večno vprašanje bo ostalo:

al sm še živ? al sm že mrtu?

True love that lasts for a lifetime...

Something magical happened today and in the most peculiar place at that - the hospital. I knew he was in bad shape, but the fact that he couldn't remember me or my father is not what stung the most. It was seeing him, all bundled up in his bed, not even knowing who or where he is, that really made me start to think. Yet when his wife reached out her weak hand to pet his head, their eyes locked and in that moment I saw that even though he lost most of his memories, he remembered her and the love they share. They spent more than fifty years together, and I guess a lot of their journey was rocky and hard, but when I saw them, both already knocking on heavens door, but still so deeply in love, all I wanted was to ask them how they managed to pull it off. How can two people be so profoundly in love for such a long time? It was at that moment that I decided, I'm not going to rest until I find something similar...

Is it already here? Have I already met her? Has she already met me? I am alone, but I am not lonely, because I know that I'm going to find it someday and so will all of you. I have to believe it exists, or else everything suddenly looses its sense of purpose. It doesn't matter where you are, because I'm coming to get you. So be prepared, to be swept away...