The lights go on, the lights go off

When I feel alive, I try to imagine a careless life; a 

scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking.

For once, let us have a different look at the bodacious world we live in. How many things are there for us to stumble upon, to hurt us, to even break us, which finally turn out to be stunning? How often may a simple melody fill our hearts with rapture and make us forget about all the trepidation we have been through? I encourage you to keep searching for those gorgeous, agitating moments because those make you feel the enormous discrepancy between depression and obsession, which I myself regard as a marvellous opportunity. That is my reason for sharing this video now, which I usually wouldn't do; I am confident it may add another special moment to your life. Be safe out there everybody, you will hear from me soon.

You know you can't give me what I need

and even though you mean so much to me 

I can't wait through everything

Wipe off your dreams if they are worth it; hold your head for hiding is not an option. Neither you nor anyone else may ever rely on what we had. Your heart is a turncoat, your soul is a traitor. Your own callousness will solidify you. You may no longer react in an affactionate way but you will make other people stampede whenever you are in sight instead. Would you please stop being so self-pitying? Would you please stop being so very fleshly? Would you even please stop making people feel self-conscious and meritless? 

Your head is an outstanding liar and so is your coaxing face. Why can't you just look at people the way they are and not the way you suppose they have to be like? You are a hypocrite, holier-than-thou, self-righteous. Would you like to be denounced like that? Would you like to be made fun of in public?

If there is nothing good you can say when meeting another person, just remain silent.

Yes indeed, it is that simple. Keep that one rule, deter yourself from mocking, from aspering people. You wouldn't want it either, nobody feels comfortable when they know they are considered obnoxious.

It may sound bromidic and I am not an inerrant prognosticator, but this has proven to be veridical. You do not need to suffer, ergo, you do not need to make suffer.

Empty hearts fill empty places

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn any more.

This is what makes the world look so sad an lonely. The time that passed is one of the few things in life we may never get back, no matter what we have or what we do. Therefore, time is an incredibly precious thing. Probably, the most precious thing ever. Sharing time with people is a sacrifice as long as we consider the time we spent with human beings lost. If we regarded it as a gift, something insubstantial but something so very meaningful at the same time, we would not feel like we are wasting our time whenever we interact with other persons. 

Time is not an easy matter.

Oh beauty, you're so shameless.

And my fingerprints remained

On the rose's gauzy skin;

With my lips I fondly stained

All the rotten love within.

 Beauty is an outright lie. Heartless hearts will neither die, nor will they ever vanish. Can you tell how a sere rose is requickened by a slingle tear drop? Can you tell how a single snowflake can make a firm branch collapse? Can you tell how much you may astound your fellow human beings by simply caring about them? Don't tell me about it.

Go for it!

And I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck.

"So you don't love me and I should have known

My heart can't seem to let you go

You're not special You're not even close

You mean the least but you take the most."

It's rather sad how we've come to destroy ourselves and simply keep on living until we finally die. Life is no longer satisfying, sadness, loneliness and fear overcome our day-to-day fight for existence; the relentlessness of the darkness that haunts us keeps dragging and pushing until we burst as we are supposed to. Sometimes, metaphorical nooses are the only way out of the mess. Out of misery. Out of adversity. Out of whatever name anyone may have invented for what makes us sick.

Anyway, I think, suicide really is not an option as long as we are able to change something about what oppresses us. You might achieve something much more meaningful than you might think. You might save a human life. Your own life.

You can't spell slaughter without laughter

I'm so iconoclastic,
I'm plastic.

Save the day and execrate the night or else you shall be castigated. My grandeur will oppose you. This sinister cemetery slumber party shall make you regret your former oath. Never again may I suffer from what you told me. My sacrifice will haunt you.

Splash and break and splash again, knock yourself out, I couldn't care less. My heart's like fire turning to dust. That's why I lost and I can't trust myself no more than you.

Feathers and rainbows, keep searching for silver and gold or just turn cold. I do not need you anyway.

You're leaving? How dare you! You know I'm just not capable of bearing this sick life's plight all alone. I suppose I've just been way too meek. You're causing all that hurts me. Beware! I might hurt back.

 

I didn't know if it was day or night

I started kissin' every-  thing in sight

This is what I make myself feel like whenever it comes to drinking. Potion does not improve situations. It does make them worse. I know that, I've been through it. Literally. Keep thinking.

When Midas is king and he holds me so tight

and turns me to gold in the sunlight.

Insomniacs welcome. However this may end, the scene is not what the scene pretends to be. Pick up the pieces, put them back together and forget about what happened. This may happen like a dozen times in a row, but after all, you're just a confused mess, a bunch of remains of a former person with a real story. The sunlight won't release you and what's all the glamour worth without an honest meaning? Those sunbeams will choke you softly until you asphyxiate - unless you finally start breathing because you can. Whatever makes you feel like you have to give a special meaning to it all, the most important part is:

"Destroy what destroys you."

 If Midas, as the reincarnation of pressure, does - destroy him by simply being yourself. You've done this before, why wouldn't it work again?Furthermore. As long as you are somebody's (or even something's, which actually is somebody's) slave, you will never be blissful.

Affranchise yourself, get out of that golden cage. Get out of what someone, or something, or you - have built so you wouldn't consider fleeing. You went in there, you can go out. Good night.

The Good, The Bad & The Doll

"Little doll I can't forget

smoking on a cigarette;

in my life a real queen

prettiest thing I ever seen."

Supposedly, dolls are even more frightening than clowns. Especially the old ones with their blurry, unblinking eyes and their gloomy appearance. There's still much you can tell about the owner when you look at the doll, probably that is why they're that fascinating... and still they're never the way we think they are. 

They remind us of somebody's childhood, maybe of our own, of the dreams we had, the time we spent on never knowing what tomorrow would bring. Dragging us into a hole of memories; old, forgotten ones and those we would never think we'd remember. I guess, they scare us because they reflect the truth as well as the lies. The good as well as the evil. The humble as well as the proud. Our own ridiculously simple mind.

Today, I found one - and eventually threw it away in anguish and trepedition. Weird.

Protect me from what I want.

Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer.

Another sense- and needless day's ending. Yearning for more. Though apparently it's far better for us not to get all we want. Probably, the best things in life happen when nobody would actually expect them to. Unfortunately, most of all they're still barely reachable... So, how to react? Stop yearning. Stop hurting. Stop waiting and mourning, those passed times won't return! But, what makes it all pretty much more bearable: There will be better times. There will be better situations. Better days. Promise. We got to keep on living our life, however hard it may be, that is. And then, suddenly, it happens. One single minute may change about everything.
That's today's lesson. Keep it in mind.

Sad stories with marvellous endings

"Ravens fly in swarms - the eagle, however, flies alone."

Just watched this incredibly awesome film once again. 

Speechless - still can't believe how it always makes me cry! 

How come I have been so lucky?

Nothing more to say right now. Ought to sleep some time.