a hummingbird flaps its wings up to 80 times per second
all that energy and agitation feels somehow familiar. it’s inside me every day, underneath all the stillness..
i guess everybody has their own way of interiorizing their hopes, their expectations.. or simply their needs
that constant buzzing is left unexplained, but intuition makes it somehow understandable to me
so i wasn’t surprised when it stopped
around you
it’s so unfair that we get to have bodies.. it keeps people from seing who you really are..
and most of the times.. only your body gets loved.
your mind quietly gives in and tries to fit their perception of what that body should think like, and when it never can quite fulfill those expectations it numbs all the ideas and all those personality traits that might give itself away..
and you end up going to sleep at night being thankful that at least your body is appreciated..
until it’s not
Each..
Each
Other
Each day
Other me
Each me
Other you
Each|other
me|you
each day I get even more dissappointed in how few real men there still are. if any.
nobody has substance, they get their life experience from watching tv…
all magic is gone, and that was the only chance for a lasting or meaningful experience
when you walk into a room with a shining look, a bright smile and a ‘top of the world’ feeling, people can’t help from being amazed.
and it’s not you who gets them tied to your every move: it’s your enthusiasm.
it changes everything in you and that’s what people love about you
basically, your enthusiasm will make your life better… for as long as it lasts
not just for how you’re feeling, but also for how everyone else feels about you
so.. i guess for all the time enthusiasm hasn’t any excuse to change you, just use optimism
it’s not gonna make groundbraking changes in your life, but at least people won’t feel bad to be around u 
it’s funny how you always seem to win the battles you haven’t even thought of fighting.
but when it comes to something you really want, it’s never so easy..
could be the other way around: you really want something you know you can’t have, and what you can have you’ll never want.
i think it all comes down to who is in control: addictiveness is caused by lack of control so.. you are built to want something that’s independent of your will and built not to care about what you’re getting for free.
i’m reading into my past soul, it seems so different from me now
where did i go for all this time?
how can i account for it?
people have the habbit of asking ‘how are you?’, ‘what have you done lately?’
that’s about the time i realise i’ve had my life on ‘silent’ or.. better yet.. ‘pause’
‘i’m fine’, ‘nothing much, been here and there’..
3 years unaccounted for.. where was i? asleep maybe.. uncoscious?
the answer to where i was can’t be places, my body was there, where was I?
i can’t believe the discrepancy between how i felt and wrote then and how everything’s so.. numb now
i guess it must be self defence
or just.. sleep
to quote a movie i loved once: ‘open your eyes’
She’s a beautiful smile, she’s a gleam in your eye
dresses like a princess, playing games in your mind
Falling out of her top, runs a hand through her hair
playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care
i don’t know how to love you more
my friend..
i guess we got
nothing to say..
she’s a difficult girl and you’re a silly young man..
i don’t know..
i don’t know how to love you, but i love you so..
i don’t know..
i don’t know why i love you, but i love you so..
don’t you go!
don’t you go!
don’t you leave me on my own!
Scouting For Girls – It’s Not About You
is anyone looking for me?
are you?
did you ever meet me on a distant beach.. in a dream?
i know i met you..
but where to look?
all the beaches in the world?
this world?
you should have asked for my name..
if only dreams wouldn’t feel so complete without any words said
this reality is too concrete to be based on a dream
question: when do we wake up?
who says which reality is more real?
trouble is
when you get to choose
it’s already too late to come back..
dream or reality:
the last dimension is changing what is for what could have been
hope for success
reality 1 to reality 2
dream 1 to dream 2
a man closed his eyes
was told he’ll touch something hot
but given an ice cube
result: he had a burnt palm..
‘open your eyes’
‘there is no spoon’
true..
but can you convince yourself?
everything you dream is real
everything you live could be a dream
sure.. a fly won’t go through glass by imagining it’s not there
but it sure won’t get out if it won’t look for an exit..
even more sure: there is an exit.
everything is unlimited
posibilities too
learn to believe everything you come across
it’s there for a reason.
“You’ll remember me..
When the West wind moves
Upon the fields of barley..
And you’ll forget the Sun
In his jeallous sky
When we walk in fields of gold…
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile..
Upon the fields of barley..
In his arms she fell
As her hair came down..
Among the fields of gold….
‘Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love…
Among the fields of barley?
And you’ll forget the Sun
In his jeallous sky
As we lie in fields of gold…’
See the West wind move
Like a lover’s soul
Upon the fields of barley..
Feel her body rise..
When you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold…. “
Sting – Fields of Gold
