while i seat in the backyard of her home, i dream of lovely stories shining, twinkling, sparkling.
while she cuts the grass with her smile walking trough the sun I see you there
looking to me.
Your hand looks old and rough, although tenderness is spreading from your wrist.
What can I do if humans are so numb and heavy? like stones trying to reach the sky. Like raindrops wanting clouds back. We are always wanting and waiting. And never search. We think searching is for those who never fill or fit. For those who do not know how to live in society.
I am sick of people and their small an shrinked mind. That never ask, that never say no. That to avoid discussion prefer to shut up, arrogantly.

PEACE IS NOT A STATE OF MIND! PEACE IS A LIE TO PRETEND WAR DOES NOT EXIST. WORSE: THAT WAR IS NOT WORTH IT.