Perfect Picture



How can I paint this picture if the color blind is hanging with you?

– Kendrick Lamar


Period of time

when numbers counting down,

no clock, just infinite,

what’s coming next,

death or perfect life instead,

invisible hand wearing watch,

controlling minute after minute,

what’s in it for us?

In the middle of thoughts,

wondering and wandering,

controlled loneliness and city lights,

mind’s busy, fights after fights,

heights I’m afraid of,

still keep moving up,

worries, I had them enough,

enjoy the journey not the end,

destination is part of process

but joy comes from whole progress.



she was like

piece of great poetry

that was misunderstood

it’s insane

how we manage to give explanation from our consciousness

despite actually trying to comprehend concept

it’s insane

her upper lip curled in disdain

Real Imagination



Is it real or imaginary?

Am i sleeping

or am I just pretending?

Lucid dreaming.

You feel confused,

I feel energy.

My game starts now

where’s no lights on

and you’re looking for place to hide.

I’m excited,

I wander around,

eyes are wide open

and I hear wispers from backround.


Is it real or imaginary?

Going for place

I could lose myself

but today

I fight back,

I have enough strength,

I have power to overtake.

My light in the box,

maybe I found the switch.

What if I knew it all the time

and I just didn’t know

how to press it down?

I feel joy out of hope,

faith in me is straight,

it doesn’t come and go,

it stays to remain so.

I’m full of positivity,

I rarely feel these vibes in me.

Better to see dark sometimes

than be blind all our lives.

I’ve been walking dead.

I understand the situation here,

no problem to solve,

no mystery involved,

just me with a situation

that has a perfect solution.

Maybe I was too anxious to find,

maybe I wanted to turn off my mind.

Whatever it was,

I’m starting to wake up from it now.

Possibly I see things differantly,

I smile more and stress less

as I changed my approuch.

They could be full of evil,

devil could still pull the strings

but I’m not let him in.

Love heals

if you let your heart free.

It’s imaginary.

Everything that’s real

is deep in your mind

you can’t live apart,

so pretend or not,

eventually you still go back there.

Let me be me



just clap your hands

if your a real

middle finger up

give a fuck how they feel

be yourself

just show me you’re real

–  Kendrick Lamar




is made for knowing sides

sun hides

when it’s raining outside

there is never only one truth

it’s absolute

listen, observe, acknowledge

and start living life

you truly deserve

Follow the sun



feel the pain

as much as love

lies are teachers

pain is mentor

one door closes

another one opens

cursed laws of universe



“What heaviness are you carrying?”

*she never answered*

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