'it' is like an ocean it embraces u & u feel purified but when u go too far u get more excited u tremble u feel dizzy because of too much happiness (am I the one that measures it?!) & cannot notice that waves become higher & stronger & they swallow u u cant breath anymore u dont exist any more u are part of the ocean and nothin else just a little drop as before in the beginnin of the story

p.s. u might have guessed what is 'it'

hi-king! or hiking ?

gza

on the way to skye

there were many bridges

in the middle of our journey & lochwhich one is real? this one ... or this one? none and both at the same time most arrogant beings on the isle i was waitin for u but u never came

intro

mysterious isle of skye desert with too much water have u tried to capture the secret of loch? we did

FridayNOON:Freedom>Fly>SKYe !

so.... my diary begins at the beginning of the journey on isle of skye wait for me and for my impressions and meanwhile listen to the music i shared generously with u it's really from my heart I'm usually so excited before the trips but today i seem to be sooooooo exhausted i can't even express myself properly but Easy Rider reaaaaaaally made my day! it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace!

Catch me.Vol.II

Dust in eyes Sugar in wine Cars in sky Love in vain

Theatre without actors

Life without you

Eyes without tears

Centuries without years

Sun in clouds Fish in aquarium Circus in opera Bird in cage

Heaven without God

Heart without love

Havana without Cuba

Humans without mercy

I don’t want this life You can have it

I am useless

I am an empty jar

that is already old or out of fashion

And nobody cares about it

It’s somewhere in the corner of the attic in your old cottage

You don’t use the cottage either

Because you to the golden beaches for summer

Do you see the point now?

But still…

Can u feel it with the water?

Please

And put some wild flowers

No roses

Please

They bite

And they are too snobby for the jar like me

And what happens when the flowers get pale?

You can throw me away with them

I don’t mind

I will breathe their scent for a while

At least

It’s already a paradise for me

What is paradise?

Probably the place we hope that exists

In order to feed our fantasies

Why do we need to have fantasies and in addition, to supply them?

In order to keep our life closer to our dreams

And our ideal world

Is there an ideal world?

Is there anything ideal?

I am not ideal

You are no ideal

She neither

Why do we need an ideal relationship then?

Why do require ideal person beside us?

It’s not fair

So what?

Who cares?

No sense

No idea

Go to sleep

Catch me

I am lost Like a drop in the ocean I am honest Like birds I am alone Like a sun I am in love Like a sun to earth I am yours Like never before I am jealous Like never ever I am colored Like an Indian Yellow I am gone Like the flushed water in the toilet I am dreaming Like never been awake I am following you Like your scent I am longing for you Like a thirsty fish I am sleeping Like in a lethargy I am old Like lapis I will not be born again Like a phoenix 2:25am Friday, Mar 30