i can see no hours
no,
i have no faith
i believe in something that is no written on publishing words.
i only have you but you instantly remind me of world
how small may the names or hours be,
i believe in the weird blue.
and whatever i say,
really,
i'm so proud i'm the one that has you.

tattoos or just spots?

what to do with a romantic idea:
just ink it inside of you.

Oh money, honey.

Remember when we were 15 years old
a music playlist would turn our mood on.
Oh, on Earth it is more legal to be killed than smoke weed.
There are no doctors of pain
really
doctoring money,
history is like a line itself
repeating time
again and again
people repeating people.
My father will never be repeated,
world said.
my father could be anyone's one
so, titles like this are so much killing us.
i've been searching for doctors and
fathers
i've been searching for ones like
in the movies
but as you see,
nothing has to be yours
nothing is more than more itself
the minute itself
nothing is finally yours
words made by the world
life is just a word itself.
so yes, you may always cry dear.

You know, love is love.
that is the problem, indeed.

all you need is love

It's all about learning how to love and also how to be loved.