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something down can be beautiful beautiful before my own eyes equally trusted by my heart here i am again asking questions, saying again that there are no answers quite boring huh ? yeah, probably but i don't ask you to like it but if you do, i like you if you don't.... i was ready to tear this apart but i will give it one more shot stop thinking so dramatic because that is not what i meant why does everyone always think so negative about such things ? i just don't get it but i don't judge them, i find myself in that state of mind once in a while i always get mesmerized by eyes why ? i don't know maybe because to me it's a symbol of eternity but there are many things wrong with eternity but nevertheless, i like eyes but i'll get back to that later listening music, isn't that wonderful ? it doesn't matter what sort of music, just music if you get high while listening to music, do you still hear music ? or are you just getting high on percieving another reality through music ? if you can call it music then... do you still hear it ? or do you hear that ? a weird sound, an equal frequence with the running of your blood is that music ? do you hear music flowing ? or does the music make you float ? in any case, you're floating thanks to music i'd like to think back to times times when everything was wrong and when i had just one thing to make it right but i don't mind these days when everything could be right except for one wrong thing you probably don't get it i don't mind at all it's your call but if you do get it, i like you you probably think this text is getting too long or the same as one did before but i don't mind at all i like the previous too but maybe it's time to end this thing the end is nigh to get back on the eyes and why i like them so much and there are many things wrong with the symbol of eternity eyes, they will always look and percieve things the way i tell them and eternity, takes advantage of that by telling my eyes what to see telling me what to see through my eyes and now it's time to do that time to burn this irony on my retina, time to stop whispering at my screen |