The Third Flying

Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky The vows of love we make will live until we die My life is yours and all because You came into my world with love so softly, love.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose.

“I will not have you  without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we." 

“we drink the poison, our minds pour for us. and wonder why we feel so sick.”

“I want you Yeah I want you And nothing comes close To the way that I need you I wish I can feel your skin And I want you From somewhere within I want you And I always will I wish I was worth But I know what you deserve You know I'd rather drown Than to go on without you It feels like there's oceans Between you and me once again We hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend But it feels like there's oceans Between you and me But you're pulling me down.” 

“I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, oh can't it be mine?”

And so I run to the things they said could restore me, Restore life the way it should be. I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down.”

- Nietzsche

- Shakespeare

“I will lie, lie, Keep it all together. Lie, lie, Will it last forever?” 

“Your dream world is a very scary place, to be trapped inside, All your life. Shine in time, until you find. You're closer, to the truth. Within you, is the truth.”

tyger! tyger! burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry? in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes? on what wings dare he aspire? what the hand dare sieze the fire? and what shoulder, & what art, could twist the sinews of thy heart? and when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand? & what dread feet? what the hammer? what the chain? in what furnace was thy brain? what the anvil? what dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp? when the stars threw down their spears, and water'd heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? did he who made the lamb make thee? tyger! tyger! burning bright in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

A faire flamber des enfers dans tes yeux A faire jurer tous les tonnerres de Dieu A faire dresser tes seins et tous les Saints A faire prier et supplier nos mains Je vais t'aimer.”

- Charles Bukowski