So maybe I don't live in the real world.
Where one's foolish mistakes from the young age,
are used to evaluate the adult that's striving to live in peace.
Maybe we should all be judges of each other's past.
Be eager to catch honest discrepancies or flaws in one's speech.
A year or two or maybe more that I missed, simply because I under-counted
what to me were back in day time, that I shall only look back at to recall the
good memories.
Maybe, I should count every letter before I from the heart share my moments.
Maybe, just maybe I should doubt.
Maybe, I should doubt every word, and info, and...and every feeling and moments
shared with me or pertains to me. Because, apparently we don't simply love each other's souls
with all that it comes with from joy, experience and agony.
I thought we don't choose who we let our hearts follow.
But maybe we should filter, maybe we shouldn't share
and maybe, just maybe I should return to the bubble
My dream bubble where I hide from the world to feel free to from my heart smile
Kind ones are for each other, but what's kind? and who's kind?
Are you kind because you smile?
Are you kind because you state that you are kind?
And when did kind become an insult?
when did it become a flaw? or a point of weakness?
Why can't we just let go of all the tedious regulations
that forces our hearts to hide behind windows so afraid
of finding those who make it dance?
Maybe I should find another planet where I could be me
where me isn't haunted by whys and Qs.
where I could freely be a human, that has flaws
and a heart that could beat
and an imagination that could paint with blue and black
without being judged of being too dark or too shady
To my dream planet, away from this that's populated by ones that claim to be humans
dying to be portrayed as angels.
I'm not an angel, and I'm not striving to be one
I'm just a human, striving to be a good one
One that could dream, love and fall
then try to come back up
one that won't be afraid of failing
because failing is learning
but here, here failing is a laughable matter
and those who fail are to be avoided
are to be chased out.
out to where?
not sure, but I don't want to be here or there.
I simply desire to flee this space and catch the first cloud
headed to my dream planet to live in peace.
S..Love
01/14/2015
Where one's foolish mistakes from the young age,
are used to evaluate the adult that's striving to live in peace.
Maybe we should all be judges of each other's past.
Be eager to catch honest discrepancies or flaws in one's speech.
A year or two or maybe more that I missed, simply because I under-counted
what to me were back in day time, that I shall only look back at to recall the
good memories.
Maybe, I should count every letter before I from the heart share my moments.
Maybe, just maybe I should doubt.
Maybe, I should doubt every word, and info, and...and every feeling and moments
shared with me or pertains to me. Because, apparently we don't simply love each other's souls
with all that it comes with from joy, experience and agony.
I thought we don't choose who we let our hearts follow.
But maybe we should filter, maybe we shouldn't share
and maybe, just maybe I should return to the bubble
My dream bubble where I hide from the world to feel free to from my heart smile
Kind ones are for each other, but what's kind? and who's kind?
Are you kind because you smile?
Are you kind because you state that you are kind?
And when did kind become an insult?
when did it become a flaw? or a point of weakness?
Why can't we just let go of all the tedious regulations
that forces our hearts to hide behind windows so afraid
of finding those who make it dance?
Maybe I should find another planet where I could be me
where me isn't haunted by whys and Qs.
where I could freely be a human, that has flaws
and a heart that could beat
and an imagination that could paint with blue and black
without being judged of being too dark or too shady
To my dream planet, away from this that's populated by ones that claim to be humans
dying to be portrayed as angels.
I'm not an angel, and I'm not striving to be one
I'm just a human, striving to be a good one
One that could dream, love and fall
then try to come back up
one that won't be afraid of failing
because failing is learning
but here, here failing is a laughable matter
and those who fail are to be avoided
are to be chased out.
out to where?
not sure, but I don't want to be here or there.
I simply desire to flee this space and catch the first cloud
headed to my dream planet to live in peace.
S..Love
01/14/2015
