BRB, Childlike
I’m not a child, I’m just childlike. That’s why this is my pure love. Only the location of my wounds has changed. No more scars on my heart instead of my knees. I listen to my loved ones instead of fairy tales. Even if it ends with an unhappy ending, I do not give up on opening a new page. These delusions are always from my childhood. Whatever I have, my heart is still dying to share. Maybe I delay my smiles, but I always keep my hope. Even though unhappiness takes over me from time to time, I caress the hair of the child inside me. I am not a child, your dreams are dead. A person without dreams is always unhappy. Even though the lullabies I listen to change all the time, I never stopped listening to the songs that I discovered myself.
Don’t give up either. Let your soul always remain a child, let your smile be full of peace, for example.
In spite of those who hurt you, shield your happiness. Happiness is the greatest weapon for those who want your unhappiness.
Do you know what it is to go, boy?
Do you know what it is to go, boy? No, you don’t know, but I don’t want to think for you either.
Maybe you know. Have you ever been? Have they ever left you?
And were you able to write as I felt?
Off!!! Did you say “Never mind whatever” by saying?
When there are thousands of them in your life, have you ever been stuck with that one?
It’s gone….
What do you know about going, kid?
Did you think it was a game to be loved?
You equate breaking people with breaking glasses?
Let go, throw away what’s on your mind, you keep interrupting people.
I know them very well. Well done kid. Let it be day and night.
Do you ever see darkness?
I won’t see you any more. I don’t like it any more. Don’t try to understand me.
If you understand, you will be lost in me. You won’t be alone.
Anyway, that’s all from me, learn what it is to get lost, what it is to hide.
I don’t take everyone like that to my wife.
What did you think of me, boy?
Even a word is too much for you. I wrote pages again.
Come on, go late. Or you stay. You don’t know how to go…
Leave everything to me just watch…
Find out what it is to go. Loving is too much for you.
We have to connect the lines
A sleepless night will have a sleepy morning, if they let you sleep you will sleep but they won’t. It doesn’t have to be dark, just be a little tired to sleep, just be sleepless. Sometimes you write a lot. Sometimes you can’t even write a little. Quarter of gold has taken its head too. I care so much about this quarter gold. I can’t be like him, I can’t get away.
For example, do you know the value of family?
Or do you love your mother’s cooking?
Did your father ever sneeze fifteen times in a row?
What can this man say?
Actually, all you have to do is ask yourself a few questions.
Is what you have not enough for you?
Are you insatiable?
Is it true that we try not to understand each other?
Are you sad to die?
And what is real? What are we after?
Sometimes you get confused. You can’t get out of business.
