beautiful

the flowers blossom outside the window and so unaffected by time.
I listen to the sounds of the city rushing by
it is so beautiful
how vibrant our soul's melodies sounded. how colorful and special we held hands.
you know what i mean.
it was just fucking beautiful.
and i know we are not new, there were lovers in the forests and cities before us, they've loved like you and me but lost in our own universes we circle around our love like around a sun and worship it's rising every day anew.

and then it dawns.
and then the night comes along.
and it is going to be long cold polar winter
with no sun rising
and no flowers blossoming
and no suns
in silence we grief, in this place far inside, nobody believes in.
until they get stabbed. yeah.
so

beautiful

man, it is like a movie, a real good tragedy. you go home with this special ending and your imagination takes you to this place where peace is. nothing nasty, just what the hearts need: obscurity and secrecy.
leave dark what needs to be obscure.
leave obscure what is dark.
night's are there so we can see the stars. and dream and reach out to them and orientate us at them and long out to them.
it is the phantasy land of magic and myths, of fairy tales in a real world...

but hell no, hell no, that's not what we want.
we take everything we have and shatter it on the ground.
we take everything we have and break it into pieces,
drag it along.

because we always want more of

beautiful

ps. it is so weird. i feel like i should run now. i feel like, this was the perfect ending and I don't want to know more than that. i want to dream. i want to maintain this special star in the dark. our love. but my mind and my heart and my body feel drawn towards this star, refuse to let the sun drift away, they can't bear the cold blinking of the star. they follow it, they want it so bad. they want to feel the heat of the sun again. the gravitation. the wild feeling of being bonded in an eternal orbit, a prescribed way, a fatal and yet so beautiful reality. free in restriction. free in love.
ah.
i am so afraid that going on and trying to make it work or whatever would spoil it all. would destroy the night and burn me.
make me a planet although i might be a meteorit.
ah
all i want. is... ah.
oh dany