How to react when life is getting that bright that you can't remember a thing you've done between 2am and 6am? How to do when opportunities are running against you, defying you to catch 'em? How to manage yourself when you feel the strongest feeling in the world, for the first time? What to think when bodies are dancing in heat in the coldest clouds of the mountain and you're shaking of ecstatic feelings of happiness, when your eyes are the size of the moon in front of you, dancing as if your life belonged to it? Is friendship a true part of life? am i right to feel better alone that with my musketeers? What to say to your strongest feeling owner when it's only wearing suits (that suits it so well) ? What about my gifts? Im finally inaugurating my dedication, reaching the death of our story together. Does Paris has to make me dream? Also : how to react when you finally got that you got WRONG about the King, that now you're singing "the coward King"? What to choose between revenge and forgiveness? What really counts when he still counts on me? Being proud. Finding another mind to swing broke a big thing, but honestly i was running in another playground during a long time before that happened. I forgave, but I'm doing something sad, i'm letting him go. Changing its way to live is a free choice, but i allow myself to be tough enough to remove it from my interest. Cause it's not suiting with me anymore. He'll be losing. I went to something bigger than the life ive ever experimented. Summer was bright, and instructive. I met so much glory. Running hand in hand with other people that could totally belong to you if you wanted to. Other sick souls. Ive grown up, i was told i was incredible to meet. As "my interior doesnt fit to my exterior but makes the best mixing". Breathing whiter and whiter powder with new sharing friends in a canvas lost is that cloud. Or meeting soldier from the US army that shared that also, but shared too much, exceeding my rules. If I could honestly tell you the best memories i got from those last times? Wandering, running, laughing with lovely angels at an improvised (those are the best) party on the beach. Enough drunk not to thing about the weight of sights, not enough to mess everything (it happened to everyone of us, don't blame!), stole a lonely baby six strings to a new, unknown and unique friend, and went alone at the seaside, not giving a damn about fans (i mean those unknown persons you make laugh and that love following you cause they think you're so cool because you don't wanna be), with feet in salty water, eyes in front of the moon screaming light on me, i sang and played with my most beautiful heart. Ill never forget that moment. Especially because i played that strong that my hand turned into a murderer's hand. Ive read enough to dream enough, to let people living on their ground they created with oil and grout. With society that REQUIRES living mind not to fucking learn what they have from life : look over. Because of thoses storefronts everywhere that attract all the wondering eyes on the ground looking at insignifiant items that become the fucking steps' goals! Are you serious? I have to flee, not like a King like a daughter. Cherish your parents and friends, this is important. I shouldn't have to say that but situation has grown irrecoverable, amd more : look over, realize how little you are, and enjoy the view of the sky. It will give you so much more that these storefront of lying life purpose.