For endless games and to the ones who remain the same

catch me before i give up.

first quarter %53 full

where are the whales?
even dreams quit wasting time here.
faded dim purple light
lying beneath the dream diaries.
keep your curtains open,
it is first quarter.%53 full.

a short note to ulysses: Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves...

"You have a soft head, Soren. Filled with stories, and dreams.Soren:There's nothing wrong with dreams

I Talk With the Moon
I talk with the moon, said the owl
While she lingers over my tree
I talk with the moon, said the owl
And the night belongs to me.

I talk with the sun, said the wren
As soon as he starts to shine
I talk with the sun, said the wren
And the day is mine.

An owl sat alone
On the branch of a tree
And she was as quiet
As quiet could be.
Her eyes were open,
And round like this: OO
She looked all around,
Not a thing did She miss.

But only one thing she missed,
another mortal
who has forgotten his words but his shelter,
owl gave him her talent to see better in the dark,
he gave her his darkness to darken her light.

she sat quietly,
waited until she is shot.

Hmm owls

Creativity

what if the moon falls into your abyss?

Secretly
patiently
wishfully
dreaming,
and eventually,
you will fall
in me...

Black coffee/perfect coincidence

wishful thinking

Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.
Albert Camus

stop!

stalking me.

Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.

stop...
stop stalking me...you are not invisible...