JoeCapis

Hello you little souls.

Welcome. That’s my little diary, the diary of my thoughts. Of what the sky of mine said to me, of what the soul was getting ready to again. Of what those hands held and what  the mouth touched.

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now this:

Like, why is everybody so boring, can't we just have this simple thing???

Now I wish I lived like those deep thinking, daydreaming princesses. They wake up in a fluffy and soft beds and gets dressed by the maids. Then they go eat the breakfast with their family.

The elegancy.

The respect for that moment when they eat.

Everything has it's own time.

Today the new book has born.

Tomorrow the bird will move his wings for the first time and this fast that it's body will be floating in the air.

Imagine how empathized the person is while playing with a soul freezing instrument (organ). When you’re sitting higher than everyone and controling the energy around you. When you’re creating those full of power sounds and they’re spreading all around you perfectly.  

You’re the lord here.

You’re the god here.

I was at the church again and listened to that big, powerful instrument which conquered my soul. And can you relate - how good I felt. The church was mine for a moment. I was completely alone, alone with lost ghosts there. 

The church drowned in a dark, but candles kept the light up. You could feel the warm of them. You could feel the hope they gave. The hope that I’ll hear the music one more time, but once again, one more time never came. The candles were still dancing their dance and at the last I said: “one more time.”