Please, darling, don't ask me to be anything different, anything special
for I am, as are you too, the most peculiar thing here, most singular,
unique thing to be. You understand? We are. You are.
Imagine your past, your deeds, "good" and "bad".
Those things you are, and none can be the same.
You can't never ever judge yourself. You ask for guidance
from the nature, from other living things, the universe,
gods and/or (mostly 'and') everyday. You ask yourself.  And that means
you just don't understand all those things that are
floating around you, strangling you, keeping you there where you are.
So how can you possibly judge some other? What arrogance is that?
What right? Your emotions? Do you dare to put your emotions
above those of others? You understand how they affect each other.
Them and you, I and we - the same. All is about how you choose
to see, to be, to love, to reject love. To feel.
I have chosen to be, above all else. To survive, be my own weapon,
for that is required of my existence, or so I think.
This is all I can possibly give - burning passion to breathe
all those breaths that I have to (and how many that means, only the stars know
[and as the stars know, we all know, for we are one]), nothing else I can
possibly promise. I give you all I have, all my screams of joy sadness and
insanity
- the rare clarity. And what you make of it, is your decision.
But I just have to say
I weep everytime
when you choose
sadness, which springs from loneliness - the fact: you can't trust him, her -
parts of you. YOU.