The dream that lasted longer than a life

I died before I woke up from my dream.

Stinks, it stinks

Don't fear. No tear, no river, no sea.

If I should keep you as part of myself, so be it. I'd much rather prefer it if that part didn't exist though. I'd much rather prefer it if I hadn't met you. I'd much rather prefer it if my world wasn't so full of you, sure.

If you contributed to what I am I don't wanna be me.

Second verse

If I promise to always tell you the truth will you promise to lie to me forever?

First verse

Paradise didn't exist to begin with. What was there was just an illusion.

Other people's dreams

I wonder where I travel when I sneak into other people's dreams.

Grain

Such a fragile body yet so difficult to get rid of.

Might leave

Honestly I'd rather leave than let this February leave.

Insomnia

so nice of you keeping me company my bright friend

Insomniac writers. Who'd have known I'd become one. The anxious trembling hand full of tension non-stop writing, it's the time subconscious awakens and can be expressed. It's the time the body only blindly serves the brain which eventually becomes your hands and grabs the pen itself.

Is it my insomnia having all these dreams or has my intelligence sundered from my body?

If these ifs

Had the "ifs" had a world of their own, it would be much more beautiful than ours.

Caught

                                        My dreams will hug you tonight
                    I'll reach you even if you're away
                                goodnight





                                                                                                                   τα ονειρα μου θα σε παρουν αγκαλια αποψε
                                                                                                                                                           θα σε φτασω κι ας εισαι μακρυα
                                                                                                                                            καληνυχτα

Because.

I am not a materialist. Sure I got resolutions that are bound with materialistic stuff but never did such a resolution made me feel neither joy nor disappointment. Cause my dreams are people. Lately they only displease me but at least they make me feel something.
                                                                                                                     My dreams are people.

Just to get to know you

now tell me which one?

Between the number of times you thought of dying and the number of the times you thought of killing someone, which one is more?

Stop me

I wanted to learn everything, every possible route of expressing myself, every medium, every way but when I chose this passion as a profession I wanted attention, I wanted my art to be the best and I'm afraid that will bring me misery cause there is no such thing as the best art, not even good art exists. Oh, these endless roads I choose to walk.




                                                                                             But what a greedy heart that I've got there.

Corporation

indoors on a sunny day

• I like the way your heart beats.
• You do? Ask her to make a song together.

Cherry in my eye

_I like your cherries.
_Yeah, I can tell, you've got cherry in your eye.