sometimes i do recall the times, i was not home.
when i was separated, detached and depressed.
far enough to hang myself up without the way out.
okay, overwhelmed but still.
i hold close to me all those dialogues and stories.
the stories, about the sun flashed out by stones.
the stories, about the dragon who would eat that sun.
it was so irreplaceable, so important, so eternal. my.
i would love to return to those times just for one moment.
to feel that all over again, to adjust to it, to breathe it into.
it was one long fairytale, i lived long. it was everything.
it was that sort of exchanging heart, someone taught me.
it was.. us. in its whole, vanishing and merging and sharp.
i have everything now, it never feels enough. limitless.
no matter how long you can obtain, embrace, accept -
it is not that kind of merging, you would want to be for.
so maybe, after these shadows go somewhere else.)
we will merge immensely. and the incense will fill the room.
i am not escalating, i managed the next lever of self-climbing stairs.
but night, how much sometime i want inwillingly to escalate myself.
it is in my nature, it raves. i would not ever be completely calmed./
even though, i am constantly deeply happy, let me use this word.
this is the only person, among my mentor who wont let me escalate.
ah, right. that person let me escalated and watched me burning within..w
did me good, i guess. proved me so much wrong.
i mean, it is good i sinned less in my previous life to be able to return.
Oliver told me once, that you are not messing with karma. but it does.
and it does, grealtly. everything good is coming back to me now. right.