Let's Fly,Darling

I'll take you by the hand and I'll show you a world that you can understand.

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I am...FIRE! I am...DEATH!

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Release your mind! Let the wind blow your toughts and run! Run to nowhere enjoying the air, the blue skies,the birds, the silent noises around you...

Enjoy your freedom because it lasts as long as you run. If you stop,you’ll see busy people watching you,you’ll remember your own problems and you’ll return into your cage.

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In order to become a dragon,you need to have a dragon soul

just me

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Our soul is a wild beast locked in brain's fortress

just me

[yoursummerdreamz]

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There are days when you feel alone,but the only help comes from the fridge.

There are days when you can only hug the pillow.

There are nights when only the moon is there to hear your silent cry.

There are moments when only the sea can fill the empty space in your broken heart.

There are mornings when only the sun is there to say ‘’good morning’’.

But...think about it: the fridge,the pillow,the moon,the sea,the sun,the wind,your cat,your books,your favourite perfume and so on are always there...just waiting for you to need them and see them. Don’t forget that!

[traceloops]

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angel teardrop

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Kill me and bring me back to life! But let me keep the wings Death will give me

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The morning after I killed myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels. The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed. The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine. The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication. The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother. The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach. The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started. —Meggie Royer

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I like storms.

They let me know that even the sky, screams sometimes.

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Last night,in my dream, I was walking trough the forest,watching the big blue moon and the starlit sky. Suddenly I stepped on something soft...and I fell over a big white dead unicorn. It’s silver blood was still flowing to the river and glowing in the night.

The wolfs were watching me.

‘humans. they killed him. they kill thousands unicorns daily when they stop reading fairy tales to their children and when the kids stop believing in Santa.

We’ll die soon by hunger.’

‘do you eat unicorns?’ I asked

‘we fed with dreams.with sweet dreams.with future dreams. all kind of dreams. but increasingly less people have a dream.’ said the leader and they left.

I woke up thinking about the dead unicorn. Can we do something for the last unicorns? for the wolfs? for other creatures in the forest?

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But never forget...

Fight me,if you want me! Fight my fire breath,my evil wings,silent my demons and wake up the angels. Walk trough the war in my heart and you’ll find the peace in my mind. Try to stay alive. Face my ‘go away’ look and defeat my ‘I don’t’ idea.

Dance with me in the snow and watch me setting fire to the rain. Let’s eat rainbow at breakfast together and let me warm your coffee near my heart. Fly with me to the Moon and let me sleep in your arms, in a crater. Open the sky and draw me the night. Let’s play volleyball with the sun as our ball. Make me laugh with tears. Make me weep with joy. When you get mad, throw at me with a huge teddy bear and beat me with your lips. I solemnly promise that I only be your’s forever.

Find me! 

Fight me!

Own me!

Love me!

But never forget to remember yourself that…I’M STILL A DRAGON…*whispers* a female dragon.

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like this bullets,we met each other - by chance. none was shot to the other, and now are both a single meaningful talisman. let our love to be the same

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I’m a dreamer

I’m a dreamer, and i like dragons. No,not that dragons...but those dragons that lie inside of us. The dragons that every of us can beacome one day. And I love the horses. No, not those horses...but the horses of our heart and the way they gallop to what we love.

I believe in the human power that allows us to be everything we want. So I’ve chosen to be a dragon. Now I’m talking about real dragons...well the fancy ones. But I can’t literally change myself into a mythical huge winged creature. Instead,I can change the way the other people see me. I discovered that I can make them think of me as a dragon. Our bodies means nothing compared to our minds. Like on the Internet, our bodies are just avatars that say about us only as much as we want to show.

‘You can be anything’

Can I be a dragon? Of course I can. I want to fly away...to touch my dreams,hold them near my heart, and then let them go...dance with Hyperion on Saturn’s rings...sleep in a vulcano...fly above the Everest...swim with the sharks...write my name on a beach with gold sand...listen to the Universe’s clear and paceful music...and wake up in my bed. I’ll go to the bathroom,wash my face, and begin my day as a fully functional dragon.

I’m a dreamer...don’t judge me (not too bad ;) )