Everything is a story. Create infinity. It's too abstract to disrespect it with words. The mind is dangerous. It can be anything. Come ride in my emotions. Does magic exist? It doesn't matter. Create it. I'm not a magician, said the magician.

 

Like the desire not to get lost in labyrinths of words; but a greeting to share mazes of truths. Sprinkles with power dust that caresses and whispers empathy. Taste the details that light up and reveal their own world. Imagination trip.A warrior unarmed, riding, life, with a heavy baggage, that trot, head down, with honor and serenity.

 

That heavy step, deaf, that resonates. Face his legion of one. It will feel like millions. Slicing space-time with katana. Sniping the furthest star.A multiplication of desire, of passions. Delicate and precise attention. A give up of the known. Unique and delicious seconds caresses. Worth in the sadness. Lost in the right path. A body and a soul tired but enflamed. Giving passion a last go. Blood is screaming. Dropping the musket and hold the blade in the mouth. The luxury of surrender.

 

Reading behind the words. As a synthetic parenthesis, you answered the queen question, but I'm only sorry, for the waves sea my boat, a multi-directional pleasure toward incarnating the inexistent, a partial abandon, pinnacle of stupidity, surviving love, a selective perception of unacknowledged weaknesses, purging and insulting inertia, in my golden wreck. A wreck in the desert that only dream to sink. With an Solonel goodbye. Dried out by the pain.But by which way this small flame can scare this ocean? Might it be by its passion and resilience? At a level unimaginable, with a desire to exist such that make craziness laugh? Its heaviness making Maleur light. Hauled by a forgotten way. Nothing is scary anymore.

 

Not death. Not even life.

 

Death makes me live, But life kills me. Death's seduction, more beautiful than ever. Death kisses, and whisper " Take a nap my love... I'll be back for you."Attacked by all angles. Even those that don't exist. The emotions and the sensations get mixed. Get deranged. Try to hide, to explode. A chaos that swirl. Stunned by the heaviness of forgets, between two mountains of exaltation.

 

 

Physical pain and mental pain duels, None lose, but all win. The spirit wishes: "Id like to rest." Recover a lightness? All senses are modified. To which ones can we trust? Make a clean up, to get again dirty? Accumulate till the end of desire? An eternity in the present, an inexistence of the past, a hope for the future? ...A possibility? Its the heart that speaks.  The mouth is sick. Be careful but never be careful. Nothing Kill me, not even death. A knight impossible to buy. A sunset on the water, a smooth wind but strong. A place to die in peace, a place where it feels good. Throughout the eyes, everything is a painting.Face to face with death, But its perfume is life. Face to face with death, the curtain fall. Teaching to live fully. Not of time but quality. It whispers again another jewel: "You can relax now, I haven't touched you, yet". Facing it removes the fear of life. Do everything to heal. But die for the good causes.Never lived as much as the end of the rope. The curtain fall. Legs dancing as the final act, with passion. Nothing to lose, not even the lost. A wish to roam endlessly in a boat that never sinks. And if it sink, it will be with fights and emotions. Leaving a powerful trace. Leaving a thankful wreck. What's that land on the horizon? Might it be the final healing? Might it be the sword that saves my misery, or the shield that drops, and unveils my hearth? An orchestral of obsession toward resurrection. And realization? A desire to live that surpass understanding. But that would sacrifice for the good.A desire that the worst enemy becomes the most powerful allies. Or at least venerate him. Or be scared even more of him? Id likes to get rid but also keep. It's not a race either, gladly slow down to pull you up. My enemy. Cause that too is gaining wisdom, cause that itself is to win. And save everyone.Ride your struggle. Don't be the horse. Passionated, like an archer, precise and focused, yet, very relaxed.  Talk trough hearth, not trough mouth. Full honesty, as each second could be the last. Each sentence could be the last.Melting skin, Undressing your costume, Your boring anguish? A mere subsistence. The everlasting cuisine for a more delicious torment. Your prayers? I cant hear them. Fading away through out the millennias. An echoing silence. Uncontrollable squeal of long lamentation is the only concerto played in my halls. But for what's coming. Relentless focus on the pain. Breeding an army, a family, my disposable progeniture. Swiming in cavernesque maze of magma, trying to find hope, trying to find an exit. You can relax now, nothing of this exists here. A hopeless situation where hope is the only hope. A paradoxical incomfort.Everything is rot, urine storm. Fecalized wounds, vibrating instability between heal and decay. Oxygenless air with a pungent stench. Firmament of motionless smoke, Boiling tar that sticks to the frozen residents.Surrounded by many attacks. To fight or to surrender? Stripped of energy. Caring for what's left. Time to be more open than ever, Time to be more careful than ever. A big restoration. A big benediction. Spread at the four corners, it's the royal guards that will save.

 

 

They have a serious and silencious look. A concentration that caresses madness. The capacity to create what doesn't exist. Not only see trough others, but also see through oneself.Body shaking, a temple of pain. A soul that cry, a hymn to suffering. Seconds and cells, a constant understanding of sadness, that dance with one leg, with a tired and funny look.Unbreakable untouchable paradox, non-diety divine being, love, order, that write throughout the hearth, That can be called anything, be anything, is whole, that one knows but don't know how one knows. Is the source? That isn't supernatural, and that change one's mind on its death bed?Chaos going in every direction, with precision. Like being crazy but with direction; Or not crazy at all with all directions. No more me anymore, yet more me than ever. Smearing my soul all over the pages.Expert on suicide. Romance with suicide. Giving up my give up. Suicide my suicide. Give up my suicide? Suicide my Giving up? What do I do of my days? Fight pain and accept the suffering.What do I do of my night? Fight pain and accept the suffering. What are my thoughts? Fight pain and accept the suffering. What are my desires? Fight pain and accept the suffering. Fight pain and accept suffering? Fight pain and accept suffering. The more one suffers, the better place in heaven? I'll have a palace then. Cloud's caresses.Silently crying with unspeakable understanding. Raw cause real. Not caressing wounds but healing them. Not hiding weakness, revealing them, eating them. Endless appetite. Be free, be clean. Unload. Live like never, die like never, love like never. Love love, scare fears.See how fear reacts when you don't flee.You've been around, with strength, with protection, the weakness, and the unconscious. Where caressing the soul, was sharpening the blade. Boiling spells in other worlds, in cauldrons of golds. As sickness bite, strengthening. Eyes are sharper than ever. Bring the pain and it will bring the desire to live on. May the rising sun show the way, and the falling moon caress sadness.Be free, Be wild, Let the hearth talk. Healing Hearth, not the body.

 

My tears are fire, and desire to live and save the world with a single drop. A servitor in your castle, without a wage. Without sleep. Id eats in the basement. Silenciously. And would protect your back, invisibly.

 

Saving you all till the last one,

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                                                                      Then I'll save the devil itself.