Baby. Life is not a party. Neither a one night stand. Life is forever. And forever means it's us. It is you. It is me. Colliding in one galaxy. Among stars. In the middle of solid rocks. Between moons and planets. We are tired of being alone. We are tired of being together. We are too tired of taking care of each other.
So go, have some parties. Never ending ones. Forever without me.
So go. Forever it's you and not me. Just go. Let things go wrong. Let things misplaced. Let things broken.
For stars are made to be dead and mended.


It was you
And will always be you
The journey
Also the destination
The panic
Also the terrific
The breathe
Both in and out
The waves
Both raging and calm

You've always been the reason
I stand still
Make my mark
Go away and never look back
Because we're different
From the time we've started this
Because now we're childish grown ups
Who argue over what's for dinner and what to watch

You'll be the journey still
Your arms and hugs are my forever destination
I hate you
I love you the most
We are all we've ever needed
So let's live
Let's argue
Let's yell to each other
Because we know deep down
Those silly arguments
Will never erase
The love we put
On its throne
Until the very end of our breathe

Our Shoes

Put me in your shoes. I want to know. I am dying to know what you have there. How you feel about it. How you deal with the uncomfortable soles.
Fit me in your shoes. Let me see the real size of your feet. Let me witness how far they have taken you through bumpy road of life. Let me acknowledge how deep they have buried your mind which affects your point of view.
Oh. And your mind. Let me fumble the shallowness of your mind.
Ouch. That point of view. What can I say about it.
A great dissapointment on the surface has now gone deeper and deeper to the consequence of explosion.
What a waste. What a waste of time and energy I have put to this all of this time.
What a disaster.

Your mouth. Is much comfortable.
Than your shoes.
Swallow me.
Shut the fuck up.
And fit my shoes.