We are what we love.

Planning my escape from this vicious circle, whilst I try to understand how should I act against the enemies.
One is not necessarily emprisoned by feelings, but by not having them. And so, he’s in a state of utterly confusion and embarrassment. One is truly happy, because being detached of everything and everyone means happiness. But by the time he will sort that out, he will search for answers to questions that do not exist and places that are not there. By not having feelings of love for others, but just for yourself, you only are using others. Being conscious that others have strong feelings for you , only empowers you with ignorance; this power gives you everything you need in order to achieve your desires.
One can feel sorry for what it is, for thinking that he is unusual, mean etc and he can create himself a feel of pain that shouldn’t be there; pain that drags a person into the void of not understanding himself, nor the life itself. The pain has its role: to let you know that something you do, or you have done, it’s wrong. The people you hurt, talk, the places that you stick with, your desire for money, lust and so on. Everything is a sign for all of us. Pain isn’t real. Is the energy that is threatened, attacked; it feels like that because our meaning, our path is different; it’s a road that leads only to self-destruction, instead of following the path to self-growth. We are born to thrive, like a flower does, like a butterfly does. We, instead, are creating malice in this world, because we are not using our energy. We eat others energy, because one does not know how to protect itself from that, by being sleepy drowned in waters of forgetting the truth.

When you think you love someone, you only love yourself. That is because we recognize ourselves in certain people, in their actions, in their appearance. That’s why is said that we are what we love. Because what we love is us and we are love.

I am

Years gone by,

I still can’t fly.

High school waves ‘bye-bye’,

Years gone by.

Having fun as I know,

born to walk alone,

to the path I own,

having fun as I know.

Missunderstood and reckless,

following my dreams

and living in sins,

missunderstood and reckless.

Original by birth,

free my mind,

used to be one of a kind,

original by birth.

Being me means being happy,

means love and sweetness,

freedom, rebelion, goodness,

being me means being happy.

I am the sound of life,

of nature, mountains,

rivers and seas,

I am the sound of life.

The one that picked the freedom,

the simplicity and the beauty,

the inner peace and the man’s duty,

the one that picked the freedom.

The star that twinkles,

when you hear the sound within,

when you don’t smile to her thin,

the star that twinkles.

The one that was born again and again,

and still has a strong will

to dance and twirl,

the one that was born again and again.

The one that cries

when there appears to be no hope in their eyes,

when hears satanic lullabies,

the one that cries.

The always changing twins,

angelic and demonic,

frantic, extatic and sardonic,

the always changing twins.

Dancing with the night,

going on with the fight,

happy being right,

dancing with the night.