Listening to my all-time favorite song. "Freestyler" by Bob Funk MC's. This song means a lot to me, because it wakes up old memories and heals the wounds in my heart. It also makes me very very sad, but it's not a bad thing, because I like to be in that condition. Not happy, not entirely sad, just boring life with a touch of salt lonely tear running down my cheek. It makes me wonder about life. About existence in general. What am I here for? Living for purpose or remaining pointless, worthless nothing? Maintaining soul, or plain breathing, eating, sleeping? Feeling the wind, smelling the rain, hearing the silence? Dying from heartache to be born again, and this time be born a free bird, lonely wind from cemetary, calming noise of waves on the cold beach, constant love, smell from the ocean. Dust after rain, fading light after sunset is it me? Am I the one knowing the truth, keeping the secrets of the meaning of life? Not moving lips, cut in stone eyes, as big as my love, as shiny as water in the middle of the ocean right after sun rises, as loved as warm sunny days spent on the beach...

Live...Breath...Smell...Be capable of getting up and moving lips, blinking eyes, trembling hands... Remembering what should have never been forgotten... Our love. The last thing that ever happened to my wretched soul before I started seeing the world in different color, than black. I shall live forever, to amase my great sons with the wisdom this galaxy gave me as a gift from God. And words don't mean much, and neither do actions. The only thing that matters are emotions. Pure emotions...

Can you tell that I'm in love/was deeply hurt/extremely weird?

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