Existing

Life flows through the air and through the wind

I feel the fire of it, burning

Burns bright in everyone, but not in me

I fear it may burn out

What fuels it, I wonder?

What star or substance?

If it's a substance from within, I fear I'm doomed

I have not will to produce it any further

If it's a star outside my body,

I cannot argue, I cannot ask for life, I do not live

Existing, events explode around me

I don't take part, merely observe, and even that,

I can do rarely

For I am blind and deaf and dumb

To the fascination of living

I do not wish to be a candle that burns out

If only I were never lit…

I'd never would have known existence

Possessed fingers...

Sometimes I just write, like my fingers have a mind of their own, without meaning to...
"I have come to the conclusion that I dislike humanity. It is what makes us make mistakes. It is the great paradox of humanity that baffles me. When we forgive we say, ah, we are only human. If we were to take that excuse every time, everything would be permitted. We blind ourselves each day with the illusion of freedom, yet we are bound by laws, so called morality, and countless other barriers. The only true freedom is found in chaos, lack of boundaries, or anything else for that matter, death. So we might as well admit it, we need to be prisoners of our own existence, there's no such thing as living free, but that's not neccesarily a bad thing, living with boundaries. The only problem is we cannot come to a common consensus as to what those boundaries should be, as imposed by us, and have no control over those imposed upon us by nature."

Plec departe

Go figure, are si Romania artisti, Cheloo, this is sooo cool

"Unde sa ne mai ascundem cand fugim de noi?
In jur e pace, nu-mi place
In suflet tot un razboi
Sunt un salbatic intr-o lume civilizata cu forta

Si nu sunt genul sa va car torta
Lumea fuge de cuvinte, deja nimeni nu spune ce simte
Deci nu mai avem nevoie de cuvinte

Constat ca sunt plecat cu capul
Deci sunt normal.
Am reusit, m-am relaxat in ultimul hal
Orice vis devine realitate
Daca esti tampit poti fi pus la locul tau cu medicamentul potrivit
Uitandu-ma pe geam ma-ntorc si plec din nou
Te invit sa vii cand nu nu sunt
Prezenta ta imi face rau
Prietenii care ma accepta cum sunt ma plictisesc
Iar pe cei care fug de mine nu ii mai gasesc

Daca mi-as permite sa fiu cum sunt
N-as mai scrie, m-as duce zambind de zece ori la puscarie
Gandesc la rece cand inima fierbe
Sunt un intrus in propria mea lume
Ma simt exclus, plec departe"