Sad Eyes Never Lie

The world is in motion, and she‘s pending, watching everyone…fathoming their joys, but unable to join their trance. I realize people cannot prevail in certain fields, but what happens when a person fails in the field of life?

Symbols representing the underworld, nice rides, a few residences uptown and downtown, money, and an untouchable smirk makes a real man in my delusional world, but not in real life -- and sadly, all lessons are learnt at cost, usually sacrificing someone‘s pride. With or without “things”…..only one thing matters anyway, love.

It’s nice to dream at times….but not so much for anyone who is aware that dreaming is really a dangerous thing -- it doesn’t get a person anywhere in life.

I always say “one day”….as in one day, I’m actually going to act upon something I feel. That’s sort of like something I recently experienced….a lot of beautiful thoughts, but nothing that actually touched my heart. Some things are pragmatic, some are just illusionary. I mean, I can cut off my lovely hair , but I can’t peel off my smile, or tear off my breasts when I’m poisoned by my own thoughts. The only realistic thing I could do would just be to end it all, in one motion -- but, I just can‘t act upon it.

That saying echo’s in my head, how people visit the doctor when they get hurt, physically…..but rarely does the same occur when a person is hurt, emotionally. The physical pain heals….and the emotions,.. Well..

And the only reason I cease to exist, is because of love. And love, sometimes, hurts like hell.

Completely irrelevant -- I am returning to Europe, again. I leave in two weeks.

There’s something about Veronika Zemanova that captivates me (and it’s not the fact that she’s a busty soft-core porn star.) Her eyes reveal something mine disguise well, a mystery. Every serious admirer I’ve encountered says the same thing, “something about your eyes.”