Darling

Some days, I wish all the artists in the world would gather to create a wonderful utopia filled with paintings from the heart, music of the soul and unspoken words of authors. Flooding our veins with life which we are constantly deprived of. Not the lavished lives of capitalized influencers nor the slums created by war thirsty, tax eating governments. I want a word filled with art not money. I want to share my appreciation through song not presents. I want to listen to poetic spoken word not politics. If the world was designed by artists, we wouldn’t need weed to feel alive. We wouldn’t have to sleep to see our dreams. No amount of alcohol or cigarettes could match to the fresh breath of this utopia. We would become the embodiment of life. We would be the immortal artists of life.

When it rains I get a little feeling that I do have a friend asks me if I’m doing well and I answer, I’m still a hostage of life

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English

Wake up in Tokyo, Feel like a torso But know it’s time to go I see Pinocchio, Wearing a poncho This me some time ago Do I miss myself Do I miss your face I don’t know I don’t know

Life is a word, That sometimes you cannot say And ash is a thing, That someday we all should be When tomorrow comes, How different it’s gonna be Why do love and hate, Sound just the same to me

I can’t sleep, homesick Babe, I just wanna Stop right next to you If I could choose My dream I just wanna Stop right next to you

“cuz in the rain people are busy minding themselves”