#truthaboutskullsandchasingstars

I’ve been watching all the stars fall down the skies at night. My eyes still couldn’t catch how they shine and sparkle oh so bright. I’ve been listening to songs I love to clear up my sight. Until my eyes become so blurry, no, this thing I cannot fight.

Why am I afraid to lose a star so far? Why am I afraid to see the brightness in your eyes? Why am I afraid to see a star fall down? Why am I afraid to lose the touch of your hand?

I’ve been thinking of the times when we we’re strangers. We didn’t care just how we felt, babe, nothing really mattered. I’ve been thinking of the times we will be together. I’m just so happy I could die that you’re here, I’m now better.

Why am I afraid to lose the man and his heart? Why am I afraid to see you shine like a star? Why am I afraid to sing this song that I wrote? Why am I afraid to lose those eyes laid on mine?

Good day!

My name is Philipp. But you can call me whatever. Call me words that come to your mind when you hear my name. That is the beauty of words. They add up character to a person, a thing or a past. Depends on how we remember them. Depends on how well we know the person, the thing or the past.

Now, I’m putting up this blog to somehow teach the world what the real meaning of beauty is. It isn’t about the glossy hair, the make-up, the fancy clothes, the flexing muscles, the boobies or the glamour. It isn’t about what we see outside. It isn’t about what’s inside of us neither. It is about perception. Our own perception towards a person, a thing or a past.

The skull is the symbol of real beauty. It doesn’t have skin that conceals real beauty. Just a hard hallow shell that protects the neuron armory.