There's no one.

I've made mistakes with a clear mind just to learn what I already knew.
I've chased after the unknown just to find what I never wanted nor needed.
I've lied to myself even though I could read the truth every time I looked in the mirror.
I've put up stop signs with the knowledge of not wanting to just for the sake of it.
I've ignored the only sanity I had because I let fear conquer.
I've let fear conquer with a clear mind, let it lead me to what I didn't want nor needed, even though I could se the truth in the mirror, just for the sake of it.

There's no one.

I blame me.

Gaze

Blast me up into space,
leave me in the void.
Drown me in the bluest water,
leave me on the bottom.
Throw me out of a plane,
leave me helpless amongst clouds.
Still nothing compares to the prison of your gaze.

You

All I see is you.
I see your lips move, the awareness of you speaking strikes me, but all I am capable of doing is to see: you.
My hearing is useless, my mind goes blank, there's nothing surrounding us.
I feel nothing
I've gone completely numb
'cause all I see, all I know is: you.

A five minutes project

Nevermind the scrambled words. Feelings always find their own way of saying. Nothing is more enlightening than the unspoken thought. When ever or where ever; what you see is what you feel, not necessarily created in that order. What your thoughts tell you to see is what your heart has already felt. You dream, think, eat, act, walk, work even live the way you were taught by emotions. Emotions arise from experience. In order to get something new, you'll have to force your entire being into doing what has never been felt.

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Do what you know

I speak the truth, that's the only thing I know and feel. I lay action on the recipients shoulders. I know nothing about doing but I know everything about feeling.

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Forgive me.

I wrote it down, a word for every heartbeat. A heartbeat for every memory.
Memories are said to be a reminder of what used to be.
But what are they when what used to be isn't what it should have been because I didn't play my part?
What are memories then, other than a painful reminder of how blind one can be?
So I wrote it down, every event that I misinterpreted, every word that I didn't understand, every time I pushed you away. For every word that was written another one was whispered; I'm sorry.

Yesterday remains as it was left, today is what we make of it, tomorrow is what we created today.

Today we can create a tomorrow that should have been yesterday. 

Now I know what I've should have known, I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Words r 4 the blind

I wish I never learned to speak. Words are worn out, repeated and eventually even the sincerest words loose their meaning.

I wish I only learned the language of eyes. There is nothing that can be hidden in that mystic speech. Eyes always tell the truth, eyes speak about what the mouth tries to hide. The beauty of it all is that the eyes choose who is worthy of our inner. That is something that not even our mighty mind can control.

No wonder that the mouth claims that "eyes are the window to our soul" is a cliché. Even the most righteous being would envy pure communication.

"just one look"

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