It is so soothing, writing down your thoughts like this, not knowing if any other living soul will ever read them. Have no expectations, nothing to hide, nothing to share. I write for me, it is my therapy. Finding inspiration in the songs I hear, the smells in the air, the colour and intensity of the light in front of me.

Something might happen that change your life. And it might not. It might happen in an instant, or it could take years. In fact, every single second is decisive in the quest of becoming the person you are. Therefore it might be good to live every second just like that. Every single second is a second for your benefit, it happens because it must happen to create the you you are. It is a comforting thought, knowing that every moment of your life is for your own benefit. In fact, it is one of the greatest realizations there is. Every moment is automatically accepted and therefore stripped of its negativity by thinking so. What a joyful world it can be indeed.

In a bed of flowers,
Beneath the sparkly light,
I found my love is ours,
In confusion I cried.

How could it be that you,
Forever in acceptance now,
Set me free as you do,
To you my angel, I bow.

I like to call them imppoems, short for improvised poems. They are nothing more than my brain trying to rhyme a couple of words together without thinking of content and context. It is my way of getting emotion out. I tried music, it failed. I tried drawing and sketching, well, I tried for like one minute. It failed. This is my way of putting emotion into something you can store for later. A savefile for my mood. Though I doubt I can fully recreate or relive the mood I was in by reading this. But that is ok. Everything is ok. The Universe has an unique thing to it. In the end, everything is ok for those who see death as a friend. And why should you do otherwise? How can live freely whilst in fear of dying? Of course there are those who think I might be suicidal for calling Death my friend. It is not like that, as Death is the friend you know is there for you, and will meet when the time is there. No need to rush it, since you will meet him anyway. Or maybe Death is a her. That would be awesome. A granny, or a little girl with a balloon asking you to follow her and play with her in the eternal fields of not-being. Death is black, but it can be the light as well. And it is ok, just like everything is ok. That is the nature of things. Sometimes it seems we have a hard time remembering that. Or at least, I have a hard time remembering it since I can't speak for someone else. I wish you are happy. I love you.