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It is hard to grasp 'Life', for what it's worth. As much as I like to see humans, as  a species , with a low value of self-preservation, I know that the thing that makes us what we are is wonderful. We have feelings. Feelings which we have developed to fit into this flow of constant progress. Ones life, is a storm of content, information, and desire. A cauldron of greed, disappointment, and ascendancy. And when we die, it all dies with us. Our endless curiosity, drives us through hell and back, to damnation and redemption, just to fade away on a hospital bed, in the heat of battle, or under the wheels of a speeding truck.

Time

What do you think you have in this life?
Money? Friends? Love?
They all come and go. All can be obtained, lost, and re obtained. But the most amazing thing you have, is the thing you give in exchange for every single joy in life. That thing, is 'Time'.
That same time, you spend at work, in exchange for money. The time you put in those who are close to you, to share your life and joy with. The same time you invest, in a total stranger, in hope of finding friendship and love.
But it's also, the same time we spend, holding guns and grudges against each other. The time we spend judging and tagging each other.
It's the time of our lives. We don't know how long it is, and we know it can't be fun all the time.
But time, is truly, the most precious gift in the world. And we all stand before the question - What is a 'waste of time', and what is a 'time well spent'?
I don't have the answer, but I never regret the time I've spent with those who I love. And, although, I have spent that time, it feels wonderful, and nothing could take that away.

...go.

Lost In Words/ Vitaly bogdanov

Boys are boys
Girls are complicated
and you are special
But everyone is special
And therefore
you are special, because you are the only normal person

But words like "Special" and "Complicated", are just words. No more then a couple of words, made-up by us. So...
Who am I?
Who are we?
Who am I, to them?
What are they, to us?

What do I want?
What do I need?

I  need to complicate myself, for you to untwine my enigma. While I want for it all to be simple.
I need to stay far, tho I want to be close
I need you to be me, but I want you to be different
I need to be special, but want to see myself as normal
I am a stalker, that wants to be noticed
I am God himself, tho shy in powers
I am a monk of material value

I am many more, deleted, unthought and regrettable lines.
I'm a shadow of myself
Twisting and turning, around all surfaces, shapes and sizes.
And will misplace, split, and stretch myself
With any change of the light.
I feel the urge to return to my origins, and sleep under a sky of stars.
I don't want to be alone; I am afraid.
I am a coward
I am a boy, a complicated one, in fact!
I have father issues,
Mother issues
I have more issues then all Spider-man comics, combined
I'm a theoretical fact
and all, by no more, than a hypothesis
I am a paradox
 just like you
Like we all are

We all want love, but need pain

But here we are
The same, but different
With 'needs' and 'wants'
To be addressed
The rhymes still flow
Yet cold and bitter
With fingers crossed
To pass the test

I despise, and love myself at the same time
And so do you
All we truly thrive to is each other
To find in each other the parts that we lack
To form a better self

And every day you breathe, you are a part of a bigger thing,
Be it with a friend or a foe, you still shape the world around you, to some extend. And you get lost in words; just like now!
And it's all because you forget that those are just words, and could never describe who you are, or what... These are just words, and words... they are never the answer.