prove what you do is real.
am i an individual? yes and no.
free will and destiny... death... after death... what is the point of living? again... a point is not the point.
there are no adjectives for love. love is just love.
GOODBYE
I thought I lost you
because you were you
but now I know
I lost you
because I was I
How could you be in love
without being love itself ?
How could you be a devotee
without being devotion itself ?
You, that measure my madness
standing as you are
on an illusory ground of high morality
How can you know my madness
till you become mad with me ?
"i exist because you imagine so" -Shekhar Kapur
there are scary things. illogical. why are we afraid/nervous of creating?
i am not a writer, i am not a filmmaker, i am not a producer. i am not all these "only"... it is strange that i cannot fill one category. what is the sense? escense?
we do not have to always behave rationally
lost and found. every time i loose i become freer?
still my knees
have a good day, eternally and momentarily
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