she had blue skin
so did he.
he kept it hid,
and so did she.
they searched for blue their whole life through,
then passed right by and never knew.

i only surround my self with people intellectually stimulating

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

if a writer falls in love with you ,you can never die.

some nights distance is a thing that bothers me,
far away,or near,
distance will always be distance.
there are some certain people,
that right now
i would like to have near
to hug,kiss or love them.

prague makes me do that.
happy kid on the road
never going home,
wandering in every street
never get's enough of the city's extacy
this feeling is heavenly divine

we are all ordinary,we are all boring,we are all spectacular,we are all shy,we are all bold,we are all heroes,we are all helpless,it just depends on the day.

we will forever searching each other in every person we meet.
we will forever trying to believe we are living the same dream.
we will need to believe it.

it's amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.

one of the things that make me grow better.

why can't you want me like other boys do?
they stare at me while i crave you.

try not to go to bed,mad at someone

i'm falling for people who dont hide their madness.