#surpassing

"Anyway. Thank you guys so much for all the tickets purchased for my tour and the streams on my new song. glad yall like it." (Ronnie Radke)

Running on the rails of the wind, alone and naked in the soul, poets can.

They caress the dawns of the world, the nations with red cheeks, the roofs of global villages.

They have that ruddy sun as their heart, for arms the hugs of children and they smell of the moon and sparkles of stars.

Only poets can fly:

they have giant wings and eyes like streams, the secular laughter wrapped in the cloak, the joy contained in the fairytale lamp.

And they know how to cry, moan, suffer, dressing in storms transforming roses into thorns.

They share tears with the sky, pain with volcanoes, tantrums with nettles.

They love beyond love, surpassing the mind and body of things and breathing on the souls of the

living to make them alive.

Nobody knows.

Because poets are not ordinary angels:

they are the very essence of galaxies, powder mixed with spring water, beginning and end of every feeling.

And if they live they die.

But if they die they live.

Abn Iiblis

Rajak: Rael.

Rael: Hm?

Rajak: I hope you won't set me, the family leader, as your limit.

Rael: What do you mean?

Rajak: In life we limit ourselves without even realising it. After seeing people who are better than us right at this moment, at some point we start taking it for granted that our opponents are better than us for this or that reason. By doing this, we don't realise we're setting our own limits. Rael, don't take it for granted that your abilities are lacking compared to mine right now. And don't think that they will continue to be so in the future.

Rael: I understand why you're telling me this, but honestly it makes no sense that I could be stronger than you when you're the leader.

Rajak: [stops walking]

Rael: [turns around] Hm? What is it?