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I’ll keep it forever.

anina_bird_128_1_by_anina_bird-d64zf43Would it be fair if I don’t say anything right now? Just give me this moment, I swear I’ll keep it forever.
Would it be fair If I don’t say a word, but at the same time there are thousands of words digging in my soul?
Could you tell how come we let this happened? Could we tell that we are wrong?But God, when our soul is touching each other when my skin is his skin when my smell becomes his smell when his lips go down on my neck. Could you tell me what is this? Would it be fair if…
I forgot what this moment looks like, I forgot that can be so strong.
I am afraid to ruin it, I am afraid that will never happen. I afraid to break it.
Shhh..don’t say anything, nothing matters when your there. Stay there, and I’ll take each inch of you. You know how to be with me. Nobody knew. But stay there, let’s drown in a sky full of stars, let’s see how they shine. Stay there, lets breath this crazy air that breaks through our veins.
But stay there, let’s run after our dreams, and laugh if we failed them.
But stay there, just like that, the way I see you, the way I saw you, with light in your eyes and dust in your soul.

I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.  Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around our souls. We are crazy enough to run after seconds and stay still when hours pour down. We do care, but we don’t build the future. Why? Because we know God has better plans for us.

Our veins are on fire. We forgot who we were. But we found out another version.
Don’t promise anything, but can we just keep this moment forever?

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Just words on his mind.

 I declare myself an useless ego, right?

There is nothing new for me under the sun,

Am I wrong again? Who am I?

Or just an empty box with some dusty goals.

Being hungry in your life, remember?

You forgot to ask your old soul, why?

There is a clock, and there is a time,

Please, young soul, live the life.

All this was a long time ago, I remember

Throughout the whole life of us, one must continue to learn to live, and one to die,

And I could live it again, everything again,

With my old soul and a hundred times broken heart,

Down there is my life, running from the bottom of my pots, screaming from the top of my lungs,

Can’t you hear young men?

Are we supposed to find the seeking meaning?

I was borrowed by the wind, with a dead body that does not bleed.

I feel again the propel of life, God made my soul with the 3rd eye,

I followed the rules and made myself blind.

And now I see my life from far away, ridiculous time is playing with you young man,

As you don’t know yet how to play a mental life game.

Don’t blame on others, what you can’t see

Don’t blame on others, what you can’t do,

Because you don’t have time!

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Selling a second-hand soul!

Seen by AndreyBobir

I sell my second-hand soul. Old soul. Poised few times. Sick in November. Kidney problems. Heart too big. Blind and deaf. Likes only silence, and maybe sometimes in the mood for wind. Usually does not make sense, but almost all the time active. Low blood pressure, losing contact with earth, at least once a month. Cold all the time. Can be fixed if you believe in it. Screams in his dreams. Strong to break each soul once it falls in love. Can’t run, not anymore. No parents. Looking all the time for light, but chooses darkness to live in. No social media, only nature in his pockets. Broken bones, and not much fluids in his veins. Loves Pinot Noir, but is always on antibiotics. Not hungry for food, but eats breakfast on Ludovic Einaudi music.
Does not sleep at night. In love with the laughing of children. But does not laugh at all. Smiles a few times, with sadness in his eyes. Reads a lot, people, books, time, animals, kids, and nature. Looking for sad people.
Takes bath only in the rainy days of autumn. Hates summer. Doesn’t believe in love, once was broked. Enjoys how people drown in their lies. Sits all the time on the top of the mountain, and watches how ridiculously people waste their times and lives. Owns a home in the woods, and a big library.

It is empty and waisted but can work at nights when everybody sleeps. Rechargeable, with the light of the moon. Full of old dust, beating on the old music that can heal hearts. Hollow.  Absent-minded. there is just an empty echo if you need to scream. Dose not have tears, dry as deserd. Can feel the touch of moonlight, wind, and rain. Very talented to keep silence. Escapes every cave. Can’t live alone.

I am not asking for anything except, healing with natural treatment. Acupuncture might help to kill the numbness if you are lucky. Chinese herbs don’t bother to buy, he been there. Anything you want, if you think can help.