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Stop chasing shadows, just enjoy the ride.

Shut the gates and sunset
After that you can't get out
You can see the bigger picture
Find out what it's all about
You're open to the skyline
You won't want to go back home
In a garden full of angels
You will never be alone

But oh the road is long
The stones that you are walking on
Have gone

With the moonlight to guide you
Feel the joy of being alive
The day that you stop running
Is the day that you arrive

And the night that you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride

If you close the door to your house
Don't let anybody in
It's a room that's full of nothing
All that underneath your skin
Face against the window
You can't watch it fade to grey

And you'll never catch the fickle wind
If you choose to stay

But oh the road is long
The stones that you are walking on
Have gone

With the moonlight to guide you
Feel the joy of being alive
The day that you stop running
Is the day that you arrive

And the night that you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride

Stop chasing shadows

Just enjoy the ride.

Billie Holiday - The Blues Are Brewin'

What do they know?

Cerneala albastra imi curge prin vene si prin inima, otravesc intr-o multitudine de moduri tot ce ma inconjoara, ochii imi sunt sticlosi in lumini pale iar noaptea cateodata-mi este zi.

Ma chem pe mine intr-un alt eu.. dar intr-un final sunt acelasi eu ascuns intr-un cufar departe de tine.
Ma cheama Dan , Daniel sau Dani si beau multa cafea , citesc mult . fumez mult tutun , iar scrierile interpretabile mi-au devenit cele mai bune prietene.
Ador sa-mi exploatez ariile mintii si sa am explozii cerebrale urmate de migrene.
Am sange rece dar zambesc placut.
Am sange cald dar nu prea zambesc.
Odata un prieten m-a intrebat de ce cateodata scriu atat de putin.
My dear friend sometimes you don't need many words to say things who could strike your mind in thousands of thoughts.
The universe is beyond the limits of the words.

Pain.

I'm a card and ,

i have the cards.. but wich one is the right one?

It hurts to be alone.

Dots.

Ah.. iar nu pot sa dorm, ceasul arata 3 iar de undeva din coltul camerei o lumina paleste din cand in cand impreuna cu o coloana sonora firava..yep. reclame de miezu noptii...stii reclamele puse de umplutura pe parcursul noptii..ce nu se mai termina si efectiv lasi televizorul sa mearga in deriva..undele sonore mi se lovesc gentil de timpan..iar cu coada ochiului vad cum subtil lumina din televizor se loveste de perete...ochii nu vor sa-mi cada un drogul celest numit somn, iar trebuie sa astept trenul..inca doua ore and i m off to sleep.

E frig afara. E bine.

Abis.

Imi bate o lumina aurie in piept.. o lumina electrica, fierbinte. zvacneste.

Tipa dupa ceva..imi electrocuteaza si imi arde organele , venele si oasele, ma deshidrateaza...buzele imi sunt uscate si crapate. ma dor, iar un nod imi sta in gat..cateodata ma simt ca o baterie supraincarcata..care tinde sa se sparga si sa se scurga... m-am cufundat printre asternuturi..iar e 5 dimineata, cu incheietura de la mana dreapta ma sterg la ochi, o picatura s-a scurs..nu o lacrima, dar parca nu-i a mea.

Stau cu capul pe perna iar un cot l-am pus peste pieptul indurerat..poate imi trece.