LoA'in next stage. letting the energy do the job. love.

Visualise. How f. Hard can that be?
How much delay has the Time still need to fill.. in this lovely life game?
Did I not mention hard enough: name, birth, eye colour, aura in particular?
Come on moon, wake up.

(..that day when time slaps you in the face with LoA truth. Attracting birthdates, and kids names.)

Dream, Nik, just dream.

labeling people

I came with a frame of mind.

and ma stradui sa o modelez in asa fel incat sa o iubesc in fiecare zi.

cand faci algoritmica pe organisme vii, ar fi bine sa fii pregatit sa reactioneze intr'un mod pe care nu l-ai anticipat. Ce sa vezi, sunt vii.

Labeling people is not a strength i have.

pentru ca eticheta te ajuta sa decizi daca atunci cand cumperi un produs iti asumi si riscurile impachetate in el.

Dar, e funny, in lumea in care toata lumea poate face psihoterapie cu ceilalti, sa vezi cum se eticheteaza oamenii din cadrul mai larg sau mai restrans al propriei perceptii despre viata.

Era o vreme cand toata lumea stia fotbal. Politice. Macroeconomie. Acu.. toata lumea face psihoterapie pe ceilalti. LOL. 

Cum ar fi sa ne descoperim fiecare talentul si sa cultivam ceea ce ne face unici si speciali in lumea asta? 

Dar.. sa punem etichete oamenilor zic. Asa.. ca de 2015.

walls falling down

Being straightforward may damage your image, but will always keep your spine intact.

Because once a vertebrate, always one.

When tired, the walls fall down. And it vibrates to my soul so hard that I can picture the place. Again and again as the first time I saw it. Never knew what to do with it.

Someplace Rome, near the Colliseum, lies an old gothic church with an old torn apart garden. You need me to draw it out? But after passing the iron doors (iron, so ironic for a blood desease, roght?), the land unfolds into someplace Magic. From the future from where the Time bends the future with the eternity of our souls. Whispering, that is.. "Come. Follow me. It's time."

As I follow, I feel i get lost in the magic of your dream of me. Because the world is still, the time is still, and the only presence around is your breathing. Do you even know you do that when tired? If when tired, than what about willingly while wide awake? And then, why do I wonder why I fell you lingering on my skin when our auras meet by accident?

Wide awake remembering.