Just a thought...Let’s play the adult once again…Just a thought...
I Look through the window, wishing to see more than my garden.
To see far beyond this place, through mountains and beyond city’s.
I wish to see the world, through other eyes. But I feel ashamed for my childish curiosity, so I try to play more adult like and say to myself that I don’t really care about the world.
My garden is perfect anyway.
And while pretending that sentence satisfied me, I close my eyes and turn my back to the world once again…
SometimesSometimesSometimes
There are times that
I want to tell my friends
what’s going on in my mind…
But it’s always on those times
I remember that all the friends I have
only exist in my mind...
Dear meDear me:Dear me
I want to write something… But I don’t know where to begin.
I want to tell you something… But I don’t have any words left for you.
How are you doing?
Dear me:
Are you ok? Didn’t you read my message? Is something wrong with you?
Why won’t you answer me?
What are you doing?
Dear me:
I don’t know what to do, where are you? Where are you when I call for you, why won’t you answer me anymore?
ANSWER ME!
I feel broken you
Riddle Of Two DoorsYou approach two talking doors. One door leads to the City of Truth, while the other door leads to the City of Liars. You do not know which door is which. You are able to ask only one question to determine which door is which. The door that leads to the City of Liars always speaks lies, while the door that leads to the City of Truth always speaks the truth. You want to go to the City of Truth. What question do you ask to determine which door leads to the City of Truth?Riddle Of Two Doors
Everlasting sleepAnd if we die - then what? They say we'll go to Heaven Or maybe just fry in Hell instead Reach the desired Nirvana Find our Tao Maybe another world Another lifetime awaits us We'll look for a better place To rest our tired souls For friendlier skiesEverlasting sleep
It won't happen Clear your mind and sleep
Peanut ButterYou know what we used to do when we were younger? We’d kidnap the can of peanut butter and scoop up spoonfuls of it and slowly lick the spoon clean, savouring every little drop of it. We still do that now; mom still scolds us for it; we still don’t listen.Peanut Butter
But then again, somehow, mom’s always right.
She doesn’t say it, but her eyes speak volumes. I can see it clearly as I’m laying here, with ants running all over me, nibbling at me, eating me. I think they have this funny addiction to peanut butter, maybe…
And I slowly dissolve into nothingnes—
When everything comes to an end...
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