Yeah, dude. I mean, yup - things became ugly - stuff got messy - but we were so damn close to each other - Since November, things just spiraled out of control. I believe it was written to happen that way, but I wish for once, that both of us can defy destiny and just TALK one day. Just TALK! Because, all of a sudden - a conversation that was NEVER supposed to STOP, STOPPED. And, it's okay. I don't even want to be FRIENDS anymore. I just want to have one CONVERSATION. Last one. Cry my heart…
No, no, no and yet they talk trash about this and that anyway.... They think they are keeping you out but they are only keeping themselves in a prison.... Its a game of brainwashing the fell for and it robs them more of souls than of freedoms. So shut that door, I wasn't coming in anyway.
'Bright sunny morning, frozen snow, cut slab, scraped snow away with a stick, just short of breaking through.' by English artist Andy Goldsworthy (b Photographed in Izumi-Mura, Japan, 19 December 1987 by Peter Moss. via thinng. source: the artist's site
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?" Via Sun Gazing