Circle/s

Life always turns, it always comes back. Cicles and spirals are the basis of growth. Can not run away from what I am, wether you see it or not is a matter of perception. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet it raises a new paradox: am I not what you define of beauty or are you not seeing the calls for help. I am not trapped in a past, I live my day with efforts to become better wondering what's next. Symbols have always been my thing, you knew it right from the start. But they change, spirals fade, ninjas dies, riots awake... it's the names that remain. I am this you read, I am this you see, I am waht you get -never enough-. Always failing to be the ideal me you caught in dreams and prayers. The real me is a disappointment to your reach. But I can't fight who I am. I am this, a self-injured beautiful human being abel to fly and take you (any you) to another dimension through many different ways I adore. Fly with me if you dare, but I have no safety net (neither do you).

So, division is what brings me back to the starting point. What goes around comes around. And maybe you are right about a thing or two... Time will tell. The Wolf turned away and slightly ran off... There is no love in fear, there is no fear in love. There is no risk in hate, There is no safe falling. "There is no escape in gravity". Words can beg no more, a broken soul can't take the beating, a scarred spirit will shatter no more.

Life goes... Will you ever grab it or must you witness it passing through. Sink deep in or stay in the shore. I keep falling. No parachute, no warranty, no remorse. Bless me and I can keep on. Kiss me and I can stay. Slay me and I will resurrect. Life comes... I defy the odds, I've always done. You know my passion and you forgot my madness. Judge me if you wish, yet you do not mold me. Strip me of the memories and you would have lost the richness of a resilient heart. Do as you wish, you kind of always knew how to do it, anyways. Bless you and you vanish.

Though I must state I asked for a peace treaty. Last chances always end up in goodbyes. Played my cards and you broke the rules. So I lose, or you win, or it's the cruelest draw in the world. Empty smiles will not rule the world, mine or yours. What lasts forever? Do you even know? Anyhow, this is what I yelled outloud, you confused the words with desperate cries for war. Mistook me...