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and consequential mystical crisis!

you again in a few weeks.

Lovingly

aimless traveler

Porcelain Figurine With Crossed Arrows

found in the words the meaning of my existence.

No more sweet melodies but flaming missiles ready to fire the heart.
not lighter wings of a butterfly knife but mighty eagle that hurt me and fortify me.

I'd wanted to fall off that mountain, sliding down to the meandering most hidden in the darkness of my silence I would find the strength to let me die.

This time I tried to fly high in the sky illusions of getting closer and closer to the sun.

fragile souls who can not love, fragile soul that you can give, fragile soul who suffers from fear of suffering.

I was there and maybe there are more.

I was there between the young lovers and primal instincts, consequential fate of ancestral fears.

again will rest your lips on mine, my breath will sweet but not satiate you, you will find my skin in a reflection of the moon but do not heat up.

feel cold and when it will be a cloud in vain in my name that will resonate in your mind like an old song that you loved but can not remember.

When you hear the wind blow back my perfume and I inebriarai me.

Hidden in the branches, my smile will be home waiting for you. No more fear, I will rock you with strong arms and persuasive voice that will guide you. Look for my eyes in the faces of passers-by but do not find them. You feel suddenly alone and small, you'll wonder why i find the answers in my silence.

And when you stop crying you'll see of me was always by your side.