It seems to me that I stopped talking about something that really matters to me… I´m afraid to tell too much…
It seems to me that once I need someone to talk to, I can´t reach that right soul.
I can´t speak to the ones who I know will hear and understand- they mean too much to me, so I can´t let them to be hurt…
I can´t speak to random people- can´t let them know too much about myself… Afraid of their pity.
So I speak into the crowd… There is a hope yet, that that one right person will hear, will understand and will do all the right things… Just like in movies. Never happens in real life though.
So I just keep on screaming into the crowd´s generous ears till the pain desappears and frustraition cures into harmony. My happiness is fragile.
I´ll be myself one day, but today I´m a shadow of me.
Right people, right events and the right solutions are something I believe is a dilusion of what we contantly invest time thinking about or dreaming about. And I believe it’s because we never get to hear, see or feel what we actually want to hear, see or feel. We’re never satisfied, we meet people, travel around the world, experience things but it’s always really hard to satisfy our soul, our true self. However, I’m not saying it’s impossible to get satisfied from this delusion, because the amazing feelings one can experience from enjoying the pleasures of life are incredibly great! and they’re certainly not “right”, but you already know they are great!
I come to thinking that all missing “parts” gotta be missed inside of me…
You are right, life is great! But nothing is good enough when one doesn’t feel complete… Even the best is still best, but not right… I hitted myself strong in the end of last year, and I’m doing my best to stand up, get back on my feet. It’s just taking sometime…
What about my photography? You didn’t mention anything about this.. Maybe because you are weird..
Hehe! Just kidding! Want to hear your opinion about it though… So go ahead!
Oh right! your photos. I think all of them except for the first one, are pretty much like a dream!, and even when most of them are full of fire and darkness, they don’t represent complaining or anything negative to me, it’s fun watching those fire spirals.
And it’s always very inspiring to get into what your photos make me feel. Don’t think I stopped checking your redbubble page 
One huge hug for you, boy!!