i couldn't sleep.

i remember the old black piano. ivory in keys. it was placed there all these years.
i knew it was in its space for a reason. for whatever it was. i never truly knew.

it's beyond time now, where wolves, ghost, angels and demons come to fight.
to do battle when slumber finds mortal skin.

yet, this old piano. this old black piano stands. it places itself by this wall, where its ivory keys met mortal hands; amidst the fighting of angels and demons.

and with harmony and tunes in sync with melodies that could only come from the dead, that old black piano played. and played. and played. it played.

and there he was. shadowed beneath lights stricken by shadows.
he played. and played. until sorrows became unknown to him.
until he couldn't play anymore.
there was a song inside of him. waiting to come out
and it did for sure; and to none of its melodies did any mortal ears come to heed.
by only demons and angels. he played only for them.
and now, those melodies, lost. because you can only play such keys once.
and they are gone forever.
that moment spawned between time. between slumber and wake.
between ivory keys of black and white.

between here and now.
that moment was captured.
and if only demons and angels could hear.
they would have ceased battle.
and made peace.
and allow us sweeter dreams.

I've always contemplated the idea of time, relativity and all of its shortcomings.
i'm no Einstein, but I don't think a day is complete without you.

there truly never is enough time.

kawan

the idea of giving advice is truly hypocritical because we never really do ourselves justice.

however, if there was one thing i could say to each and everyone of you, it would spear with these words:

never give yourself up in being a friend. you're always needed.

i missed u

if this heart found itself disparate and overwhelmed with demons of fear.
i would tremble.

yet, these feet will stand on solid ground.
search for strength deep.
and turn this heart into spirit.
one which is filled with love, hope and joy.


and then, there is that familiar laughter, that reoccurring smile and dream dazed eyes.
which i remember - of whom i fell in love with.

it's amazing how you're amazing.

in your heartbreak, i will be your sorrow.
now, that will make this picture fit.

hi all

i think you have to die a couple of times until you realise that you're alive.
it's the same thing as dying; until you choose to see that you're living.