Standing there in the light of the window...

Drifting in and out of memories...

Man, it's been a while...

There were never any limitations to his imagination. Visualization served him well. In his mind’s eye, he always saw a better life. Imagination, visualizing, and dreaming big, combined with hard work, determination, and faith, are what got him where he wanted to go, and they can do the same for you.

There are some beliefs I currently believe, that are in my way. I believe so much in them, and I don't really understand why. And when I believe something, I offer a vibration about it, and I keep recreating it in my mind. Like a fantasy that doesn't want to die down. So, something that happened a long time ago, I keep renewing my membership to. I keep bringing it forwards. And so, then the memory, which could be very slight or non-existent at this point, is really active and alive, because I talked about it today. And I talked about it yesterday. And I talked about it the day before, even if it had happened so long ago.

The mountain is you...

I'm sorry I'm a piece of shit,

I know I'm selfish,

and I have to live with it.

Sometimes, I wish I don't exist,

please tell me why,

why am I like this?

Doomsday alert...

I try hard, but I don't succeed. So I try harder, and harder. But I still just don't succeed, I give it a try once more; only realising it's never going to work out the way I want it to. But then again, I remember; I've tried so much. I've tried to please, I've tried to love and I've tried to not care as much. I think about the reason it would be worth to keep going. I try so hard, what's the point. No one accepts me for who I am, no one sees me for who I am, no one takes the time to ask how I feel, no one takes the time to bother. But then there's you. You try, and try. And you just give up hope, because it's just so much easier.

Peace in the back of my mind...

Not exactly sure where I'm going,

but I'm definitely on my way.  

How he misses wandering around with old souls, aimlessly moving from one place to another. How he misses all his dreams and his goals, and how he's lost himself to find another. Seems like a playful game of hide and seek, but that's how he'll forever play this life - loving and living the truth that he seeks, until embraced he finds his way to strive. Gazing into strangers' eyes to find his soul mates, knowing he's so much closer than he thought. His heart keeps the light that forever radiates, through all the darkness, until love is taught. And yet again he looks into the skies, he sees the stars, the moon, that light, missing his home beyond the nights, living in love until the end of the fight.

Like shadows on the moon...

Wearing that same stupid smile...

I guess I'm giving in...

I have layers over layers of a memory warped in place. There is the deepest layer, with the ones I love the most, or have shared this journey longest with. Years and years and years. Maybe, I think, these are all the memories I'll ever be able to make. If I remain stuck here, I'll slowly but surely dry out. And so here I am, trapped between layers of my life, like wallpaper on top of wallpaper for centuries, and I need to peel everything away, I need to be the bare boards, no memories, nothing left. But to get rid of some things, I would have to get rid of everything. So here I am. Living on. A house with ghosts.

Put me in drive...

A flicker of hope,

a feeling begins,

rattling bones,

and I start beliving in something again.

A smile like the sun,

under the moon,

the beat of my heart is riding the edge,

of the way I'm about to move.

Don't stop until you get enough...

There's a time in our life when we're about to give up fighting battles that we choose not to tell to anyone. We fall apart, we break into pieces, and find it hard to make ourselves whole again. We tried to start over, but found ourselves breaking once more with memories we tried to forget. We found ourselves crashing to the ground again, and all we ever thought was to give up and let ourselves go. We became hopeless. Love slowly fading, and we started to forget who we truly are. That time is very close, but I'm not there just yet.