23.10.2010.

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this is where it'll be.

10.10.10.

i am moving on to something else.
a new direction perhaps.

thanks for coming over here; whoever you are.

did you wake up and forgotten where u are ?

if only there were more suns, then we'd have more light.

one with the endless horizon

to be one with the ocean is to live, breathe and respect her.
and she will let you take her.

here's to the innocence and curiosity of children.
they can teach you a little more than you know.

i believe that there will be one day in your life that everything you own and believe in,

will be taken away from you.

and you will be stripped bare.

not understanding anything of it.

then you will know what it means to believe in faith. or even somethign to believe in.

i watch the sky and i miss you. you return to me like every cloud passing by the sun/.

the way the world plays pretend is beautiful, until you know that they're telling the truth.

i'm safe under these carvings of walls, stone and concrete.
where the world is outside, and how it passes by, i seek refuge from snarls of deathly brood vipers.
i watch this world from this distance. it comforts me. i can allow things to pass me by without hurting me.

every once and awhile, i will escape. into this world. and walk among them.
maybe one day, i'll stay. perhaps. maybe one day

look outside

and when you wake up, everything will return to the way it was.
that's the power of falling asleep.

from movies, we learn that with 'easy', there is no meaning.

very much like the exploration of the horizons beyond mountains.

but upon the summit, your gaze upon the endless horizons of the earth is worth the earth on your skin.

i have walked valleys, and i have peaked summits, and have been given a free ride home.

there is nothing easy in the adult world; journeys perhaps.

and only those with a strong enough spirit and back can reach destinations.

comfortable

we didn't do much, but at least we did it together.

and that was better.

and then, the sound of silence became the loudest you've ever heard.

like a heartbreak or a car crash.

or a murder. and you know the killers.

but know very little of their victims