We

We do belong to a reality. Which can be or not to be similar to each other. Where We own it, produce it, shape it to fit Us.

Our realities belong to a reality. Which no one knows about. No one can explain it. So We will belong to Our own reality for ever, to protect Us.

We will never stop. We born thirsting for knowledge, experiences, contacts. We all born with needs inside us that we need to fulfill to get happiness, satisfied. After one need fulfilled comes another, and another...

Our needs will depend on Our own reality, which will smash other realities if needed to fulfill Our needs, directly or indirectly.

We are unique, but We will always be We. But Our own shaped realities will forget about We. We don't need We, We just need Ourselves to fulfill Our needs. We get used to smash other realities without considering it.

We are so unique that We Own the unique gift to be reasonable. To stop and look around us. Or to fulfill our needs and smash other realities.

So We could chose what We want for Our reality, but sometimes We just accept it without think about it. We don't even notice the bad reality We live in, We just born used to it.

We fear death. We try to avoid it with everything We can. The greatest prof that we fear the unknown. The greatest prof We can have our Own shaped reality, but not reality at all.

Death, so natural as birth. But in our Own realities it is forbidden, unaccepted. Sometimes We forgot that we born to die. No matter what. But We don't mind smashing other realities as We are living anyway.

So natural as the death of this blog.

In this life I have only one wish: I hope it is worth it.
The end.

Lost Love Letter

Kill or be killed, this is not the world I live anymore. Its the world of love where I ask for more.

Reading your eyes is all I want to do, when the words don't come throw.

I only wish the world to please don't end, when with you I am.

So far away sometimes, but so close in our minds.

Time will come we both know, the very end of any sorrow.

Is there anything left I can offer you? Just tell me and I will do.

No, no need for stop smilling! The world is ours, no need for fighting.

A feeling like this I don't wanna lose, ever. Is with you I wanna be, together.


(Pictures unavailable till next month update)

"Would be nice to have something good on your blog"
Lonelyness death shall draw near.

A Last Wish

It was Spring but there wasn't a single bird singing. Under the noise of blasting cannons, women and child screams, where only armed people were standing up...

It was Spring, but I was so cold... There was no wind, the sun was shinning, but I was feeling so, so sad... I could hardly breath now...

- Grandpa?

- Yes son? - emotional.

- Would you tell me a last tale please? I need one of your time tales, they make me so happy believing there was such a good time... - as his eyes lose their colour.

- Certainly my son... Once upon a time... Back on 21th century there was no World War, power conflicts yes, but no World War. People had the choice to be happy, people were free to choose. Water would be used without discrimination such as food and any other resource you would demand or simply want for no reason. Can you believe? By this time of the year you would hear birds singing... Oh... Such a wonderful melody... You would love it so much son... - taking a breath, letting his soul draw some tears away.

- Don't stop... Please... - ...

- On the gardens... You would see kids playing...

- How did they play?...

- Without special suits or masks... They were so free... So innocent... So, so happy... They could run free, smell fresh air... Ah... The fresh air... Not even close to this bottled oxigen son... Believe me or not son, even adults could play with them... They didn't need to hold a weapon for security... Noone needed...

- But... Grandpa... You told me once... You told me that much of... much of that people were unhappy...

- Yes son... Its true, but I didn't want you to know... I didn't want you to lose your dream...

- I dream every day with that good life...

- Son... On that time people had the choice to be happy, they had as most freedom as they could ask for... But this doesn't mean they wanted to be happy... Some of them did such bad things as we see today... Most of them suicided, got depressed, got health problems due to stress... On 21th century...

- Why?...

- It was their choice son... Perhaps they couldn't see they were so privileged...

- Grandpa... I don't mind... I don't mind dying... I don't dream anymore... Not anymore... I thought it was... Different... So... Different... - letting his soul fly at least.

- Sorry. - crying - Rest in peace my son...

Remember to look around and appreciate life, you would be much happier.
Stupidity death should draw near.

Earthlings.

One day, the kid asks his mother:

"What's for lunch today mom?"

"Suffering."

"Oh again?... Can't we have pain instead?"

"No! We had it yesterday! We can't have always the same! It isn't healthy."

"Allright..." (...) "Mom?..."

"Yes son?"

"Where does the suffering, the pain, the under estimation, the bad treats and all the other stuff we eat come from?"

"Well son, it all came from big industries that doesn't care about their product while they are alive, only when it is dead and ready to sell."

"What? Isn't that inhuman?"

"Son... When you get older you will understand that society will make you step on much people if you wanna be on top of society itself. Those industries only need to step on animals, they don't even need to care about them, so they pick the fast and easy way to get their product ready. Without any care or consideration."

"Mom... Don't animals have feelings?"

"They do son. They are mostly like us, they can feel, they can have pleasures and pain. Just like us. They even get memmories as we do."

"Why no one cares about them then?"

"When you get older you will realise that your life its too busy to look around you. Don't worry! Lets come back to our suffering, eat it all to be strong! You will live with it." - smiling.

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A small tribute.

"Why"

"Why" word should not exist.

Its meaning is way too powerful. I mean it can make you stuck looking for nowhere, feeling empty, alone, lost in somewhere where "nothing" is the key word.

The "why" word... That curse that pursuits so many souls, which power is so terrible that lots of those souls ends lost, without any chance of resisting it, because whenever "why" word come its because you are not prepared.

You look for a reason. For something you can hang. You need it. You start to stress so much when you realise the meaning is such an empty answer.

Then you fall. Deeper, deeper, deeper... and... deeper. Can you imagine any other feeling like this? Such a powerless emotion... Such a weakness that grows... Emptyness... Emptyness is what surround us...

Whom, how, when can anybody, anything make something like this?! How would it be possible to fall so deep?!

You. Nobody else can do it. Only you. It's only you that can throw your own soul into the abism.

Face yourself. Nothing else. Only you. You are the problem.

Did you ever ever ask yourself what would be of "life" without a "why"?

Maybe you don't know, because the "why" came now and you weren't prepare. But I can tell you that "life" is only "life" because it has something to show you. Now its only you who can make it worth, or worthless. It is you that can decide if you wanna be stuck or if you want to move foward.

It is you that can control "why" word.

I tell you for sure, when you have climbed the abism what you will only see is light and the darkness behind.

Suicide death should draw near.