EVERYTHING IS SO SIMPLE

I can make clickers out of tears, beautiful luminous pearls. I will share with you all my feelings and happiness, touch my shadow with yours that is intertwined, tomorrow storms and sinkholes may meet us, only our love dreams may remain… my fool, don't you know how beautiful it is when we cry together.
I read my old announcements "beautiful words are not true, real ones are not beautiful" I have told the truth, words that burn the soul and hurt, exalt or break… I have just told the truth to someone.
I deleted some of them, because now somehow they do not make sense to me. You change throughout life, the steps change, they are no longer the same, it all depends on the events and the environment, the people around you and yourself, and how much you allow everything to affect your "you".
To You. Yes, to you. I have not been so close to anyone for a long time, I admit there were passers-by in my life who I lied to myself that they were close to me but they were not.
You are like my soulmate, not in the sense that you are my companion in life… no, you are something else, something just like that.
That's right, the right word is right, and so you simply say:… do not push, do not be jealous… and you think you give me as much as I need and surely you get the same from me.
And you are like the wind, the north wind that awakens shivers in me, some madness and a desire for adventure.
You can easily say: I am in love with you, I love you, not that I do not love you but still I am Me, with my virtues and flaws. And I accept or not changing myself and my principles.
And I admit it is something else and as you say, I am not in love with you, nor do I love you, not that I do not love you.… But still I love myself first.
Is there something in your eyes, in your touches, in your voice that drives me crazy, makes me happy… or not?
And the most important thing that there are no masks, we are our own without acting, without pressures and efforts and one thought is nice when we both cry at a distance, because the distance is not a distance if together we grieve and wipe away the tears, and you ascend to heaven…. everything is so simple just to know how to fly together.
You will take off or fall and break, because the winds blow and divide you and the universe is so big.
And everything is so simple, hand in hand you resist the wind and you realize you are not complete why you only have one wing and one arm… and the wings gave me to be able to take off… how to resist the wind?

One body, two intertwined arms and two wings, we fly in the sky without fear of winds and storms.
There is an alien connection… so we are winged aliens trapped in human form, we know how to travel through time and life, through winds and storms ... do we know, or do we just think we know?
Whether it is us or not, can we touch the stars and the latitudes ме .we know everything is possible only if we have wings.
No wonder, I know he thought I was just a dreamer, he did not expect these emotions that I hid deep inside me… I actually did not hide them, I was just afraid someone would steal them from me, because without them I am bad again and everything would be fine Anyway ново nothing new, I know myself best. No, you did not steal them from me, I gave everything, and I am afraid, I am just a man, an ordinary man who when he gives everything remains only love.
I am not an alien from other worlds and I have no wings. I wanted to create wings for myself, anyway, real, wings that will lift me to the heights, above the seas, above the clouds… above the rainbow and looking at it from here and there, spilled colors transformed into butterflies from here and there and only I know that they are the soul of the rainbow ... when it rains I will fly high so that it can not wet my face, when I grieve, the sun will dry my tears… but where can I find wings?… just like… like birds?…
Create my wings that do not grow from the body, but from the soul, do magic that will never stop, make me eternity… just beware there is something we can not do by force can not be wings and fly.
And then would I be an angel or what am I?… Do wings make angels?… And is there an angel without wings?
An old story, legend, or human desire to fly like Icarus and the sun seems to touch him.
You can wish and dream, but you have to know how to dream. Although he did not know it, he loved and dreamed too much.
And so simple, you did not know in this life once given the opportunity to take off and… never again…
Create wings, I will be your angel on earth ...
I'm not angry, on the contrary I like this passion, longing, and captured emotions.
I lie, they scare me, you scare me, you who do not want to know what it is like to live in fear, and do not…. to ask for more for the two of me to fly, cry and fear стра and you remain the same… you will not recognize the one who loved him, then it is no longer me.
And everything is so simple and easy, and when she cries and scares and flies together.

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