My dreams
In my dreams I die a thousand times, in various of ways, in such ways that a normal man just cannot imagine to him self, I am not saying that I am mad or out of my mind, but for the past few years, I began to think, that something is wrong. In my dreams, I can be alone, and hopeless, I can be alone but surrounded by people, some that I know, and some that I do not. More often I dream about death, most of the time death in my dreams occurs after a period of time that I spent alone, surrounded or not by people. Sometimes it is a girl, sometimes I just fall into my own eyes, my beautiful blue eyes, as some people say. Sounds suicidal indeed, but no, I do not think about killing my self, the only thing I want is to find the answers I am looking for in my dreams, I am always in search for something, something so unique that I have to die for in the end of each and every dream.
Truthful Fear
Free-builders
We are, In our souls, free-builders, we decide what is best for us, we build out life each and every day by placing bricks on the cement, our goal, is to build a perfect palace. A free-builder is a person that knows what he wants, that fight for his ideologies, that will not, in any case, betray his own beliefs, and will stride to his goal by any meanings. That will be open-minded and follow his truth, follow his mind. That will try and prevent any attempt to labor him against his will, and protect others will. That is, a free-builder.
It is been a while…
Yeah, just like that title above stated, it is been while since my last post.
Well, not a while ago I just turned 18, and to be honest I do not feel anything special. Maybe because I know how much responsebility is beign added on my shoulders, and I do not see anything positive in that.
In fact, how can I feel positive? It is just a matter of years when I will leave “home sweet home”, it is not that I see any catastrophe in that, but come on, who does not love home? Well in fact some people do. Some people are actually afraid to go home, they just do not feel “home”, they live in an apartment under the nickname of “home”. But that is a subject I am going to talk about later, maybe in my next post.
The army is really near, in just two years I will finish school and will hope to manage getting into the university before the army, but that is nearly impossible, at least I can hope for studying on behalf of the army. Talking about the army, I thought about being an Army Photographer, which is my passion for now, but again, the odds are so miserable…
Well, until next time… I am really tired…
No Evil
In the dark far from light,
There was a man who was so evil,
He could bite and tear the night,
His eyes were cold and made of evil.
Trough the dark he made his path,
So long ago his soul turned evil,
From the light he ran in fear,
So far away he could not hear.
They were bright and he was dark,
He was alone and kept in seal,
While inside he thought and learned,
He took his chance and signed with evil.
Time past and he came back,
Was it revenge or just pure evil,
He destroyed and burned them all,
The man felt good, but nothing more.
From the darkness she rose up,
Bright as light, and had no evil,
She got close and took his tears,
She said a word, and no more evil.
From that night they disappeared,
Two bright stars now appeared,
Hear me now and teach the others,
Darkness runs in fear, when love is real!
