i think, that every one of us is excessively tragic..
this fleeting sadness, this deepest solitude within.
i used to ask brother, what happens to those, who.
he said to me, that they sinned too much to be found.
every one of us remembers what can not be forgiven.
those laws of everlasting karma, and punishments too.

Oliver taught me everything about the emotions control.
how to cut, dominate over myself, make the water flow.
how to control all the oceans within myself ever again.

but he was that completely devastated in his solitary himself.
when i was with him, i always felt that neglecting darkness.
the shadows from the backwards, the definite greatest silence.
the burden of thousand years, the memory of all the times back.

something, that probably can not be avoided?

i know perfectly how it actually feels.
at the times in my lifetime i have these moments too.
completely silent, cold, meaning dialogues with eternity.

the price for knowing something.
the price to be someone else. m?

just had one of my own now, ahm. desperately need teqila.
...
i paint my nails green and walk about Akasaka with bro tomorrow.
sometimes i so much love this world and love to be a little human.
it is kinda relieving, i should say?

yes, it actually is.