Where two souls meet.

They are next to each other, embracing one another but however...they move differently when the wind blows.
The light hits them, but not always at the same momentum. 

They also shine somehow differently...
Then, when something is about to change, a big change such as a season, both of them transmute individually and it's so clear to our eyes...as for these two, one is letting go of what was as for the other one is still in it's green richness. The one who's smiling at the sun is dressing up with glorious shades before letting go of it's precious belongings to be completely vulnerable but yet a strong living force during the next chapter of her existence.

As for the other, in time she will catch up once she's ready...Sometimes it's hard to take that leap of faith...
Seasons in life make nature follow it's beat no matter what. It's just a matter of going with the flow and enjoy the breeze, fight against it and struggle or perhaps you just need that bit extra time to savour the deliciousness of that new jump,that new phase.

In my eyes they are both equally beautiful as they are together, dancing in different rhythms but moving towards the same direction.

I wish we knew (Song lyrics)

It's been too long
But it doesn't feel old
Seasons keep changing
Remains are filled with a gentle pain

Holding on to all those moments
I see them as I walk through the crowds
What do you see?
I see your face
Where have you been?
Your eyes, your lips

It remains so true
The voice of those..call them feelings
It remains filled with beauty, filled with truth

Thoughts and desires spin in my own me
The wind on my face makes it all real
Of how I feel
How long is too long?

It remains so true
The voice of those..call them feelings
It remains filled with beauty, filled with truth

I wish I knew
I wish I could
I wish we knew

Some more of more please

It's been a year and so much happened as it was expected.
Now so much more is about to happen.
More and more and so much more so.
More of less wasting
More less of that
More of more of this
More of all those things
More of all the visual statements
More of all these things about to happen
More of what it's to come
More of what I want
More of what I'm doing
More of what it is to be.

I am not my mind.
My mind is a tool.


The mind comes up with a thought resulting in a certain emotion. Then I keep thinking and thinking and the emotion gains power. I start believing that the emotion is the main problem but I know the thought is the responsible one.

The mind is to be used under my control so the mind stops controlling me.

How?

150 bus route

150 bus on my way home from work

All still up to the moment when my eyes captured a group movement. 5 people with their right hand out of 8 people drew an imaginary cross starting from the head, chest, left to right.

It's unusal beauty made me smile

Realize the plainness of being stoped to iven believe you could ever think.

Make me feel small if I allow you to do so.

You who I do not know. You that is everyone else and me.

You that are outside the door whenever I go out there.

Le yourself go, be.

Breath and release.

The approval is significant to a certain moment of time. Of a certain moment depending on the fragility of the self.

Lack of the necter. Lack of stable inner concrete.

See those soft doors are there next to those hard walls.

Don't iven think.

Steady in deep real sleep.

Don't iven approach the deadly poisonous cliff of unstableness. So let me be

and I look at you wondering how do you do it? where does that force come from? who are you in my eyes? who am I in your understanding? never so beautiful thank you