If I can do the impossible,
the impossible can do me.
If I can do what I desire,
what I desire can do me.
If the the world would conspire
against my ground.
I can be honest in whatever I do,
and forever hope, that the honesty,
the world will give me.
Is clear and bright,
and that any conspiracy
will not be in secret.


Is it so strange to admit, that you like yourself?

The Strangeness of Living

Life is so strange in its own wonderful way, and still we’re caught in these awful circles of a pained existence. But really, life is like an open door, you only have to step through it. All the obstacles we, as a human race, have made, we must go through them, but don’t let that ruin the amazing thing that is living.

The stars and the universe beyond… Such a big and inexplicable thing, we are so small, and we are lucky to be able to gaze upon it. So many wonders, so many experiences lies ahead and we sulk in the moment? Life is never ruined, there’s always a choice, always an opportunity to change, and sometimes patience is all that is needed.

Live, learn and experience the weird existence of humanity. Living in the moment is appreciating, is seeing things as if it was the first time. Lingering in the spot while staring at the sunset because these colors of nature never ceases to amaze. That is living.

Hardships and other things that seems pointless are not pointless at all, and do yourself a favor and believe in yourself. That way you’ll make it through, and remember to smile and to try. Trying is what makes us an amazing species, we keep on trying, we keep on having hope.

You are the master of your life, and you are an explorer and you can breathe and you can paint your life with the colors you want. But first, you’ll have to learn which colors you like, and it can be a hard experience.

Don’t hate yourself for your mistakes, for the things you are unable to do. If we all could do what we wanted, and be “perfect”, where would the amazing things come from? It is from mistakes we learn and it is from mistakes that wonderful things happen.

All is well. You’re well. Everything is well.

It’s Time

No rain can touch me,
I’ll let the sun in,
no one can break me,
I’ll jugde no sins.

It’s time for me,
to not care at all,
for people care too much,
and people cry a lot.

It’s time for me,
to leave this place,
or leave my weak old self behind,
so that I can breathe again.


You’re a hunter.
You’re always hunting.
And when your prey surrender.
You let it bleed, feeling victorious.
I’ve been a prey before,
I’ve surrendered to people
who weren’t even hunting.
Bleeding for nothing,
having to heal myself because
you ended up hunting them.
Stop hunting.
Stop hunting when I’m near you.
I’m tired of hearing you talk
about the people that bleed for you.
It’s not something to feel happy about,
unless both sides bleed for each other.
Save your bullets,
one day people will think of your gun as meaningless.