It's unbelievable how things can change, and how fast they change. Sometimes it feels like you're being powered on another galaxy, without even throwing a word or cry a laugh. This is called life. We're all studying it after all. And death is graduation. I changed my air. I mean i didn't really do it but something did, so lets just say its me. My air is dancing through a running ink, i sometimes can't catch it but sometimes it catches me. People tend to say experiences, could they be good or bad, make you grow up. So i might be an oldster. Between us (mantle holders) , i don't care about growing up. Growing up brings you closer to death. (Hehe) I want to enjoy. So things have changed for me and I guess that's okay. Who am I to judge destiny buddy? It is all about air. My redhead twin teeth has moved away, he's now flying in the air. And he's wonderful. What a wonderful way is to leave begging for our favorite lost love. And i am free. Now I must and have to be free, like the air im going to cross for more rhymes, for a new rhythm, for a lost rhythm. And what i breathed because I wanted to survive to my ghost fears has gone. But love still is love, only the stories and luck change. An air with the scent of an old wizard, that could make hatefully mad, this life celebration I needed to understand which manner I wanted to apply had to go and we both regret time has passed that fast. Cause nothing is better than stopping when it's time. We've always been loving surprises. No poison. How interesting is the human mind! So confident on things that are true through our eyes. Cause finally, what is reality ? Is reality ours? Do we own it? Does each sensible beings have its own reality? Then how can we live together, in society and in a coherent world? And what about the selfish sect? G. Laguenhaert? Finally what I mean by own reality is our vision of the world, the one only our own eyes and the generous worlds give us mixed to our silly brain... But I digress, i mean that we're all aware about the reality shared but our own reality lives along dealing with them both without looking like a madman is a certain thing. Anyway im right now experiencing something so lame that everybody has to live once in its life. But I can be pretty glad of my lame because i could never ask for more honesty and understanding and care. we've both felt it and this is right. In fact if a tear can be found in the hollow of my blade neck, this is against memory that makes humans keep being humans that i'm tonight silently singing. (You should hear the gospel ringing in my skull!) Because my brain throws crumbs of shared instants at me when i'm not seeing, like two kids trying to awake a sleepy bear with pebbles hidden in a bush. This is EVIL! Hearts are strong, minds are strong. But memory is having a finger in thoughts. Unfair game with corrupted rules. Get rid of it is drowning your humanity in the river found on the peak of the mountain you have to climb. And it's always at that moment that the masterpiece begins to puke discreetly the remains of undigested truth that spade eyes and smile. But when you're dealing with a laugh that offered you wings you have to clean up the vomit. This sounds disgusting im sorry about that. No Im not. Anyway dopey wizard released me. But i often think im too scared to fly away by myself Cause after all i always thought he was my leg. And despite of my new comittment to change, meeting myself in new territories may sometimes sounds totally less amusing to me. Living for oneself is change, feelings got us stuck. Anyway this is a beating stuff thing, i had a wonderful luck, but i'm not completely made of girl things. Im pretty swinging at the moment as gift rays are reddening my cheeks and my fingers are getting more alive than 2 or 3 who-is-doing-the-solo arguments ago. I'm walking by night under streetlights dancing with the Stray Cats and my shadow, or stomping my feet on hilight tribe's didgeridoo. Mary Jane has the blues now, and it suits her pretty well. For the ringing non human world, the air has changed too because this is my all. The one that scares me so much and comfort me as well when I know i'm stuck in this forever. This is my best example of lover : knowing it without being able to define it. Losing a foreign part of me, i discovered a warm world i left when i chose love. The world and love are the two thing people have constantly to choose between. Love is another world : the world through the chosen lungs. Love of the one or love of the world? Now I know this all happened for a good reason. I lost all my fasteners at the same time because this means I am ready to go. And i won't get pleased, i am going.