Who are the real monsters?

And finally, this question...

The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance? Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that tells all these things?
Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what's real, and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us, and who holds the key that can set us free?...

Child of the universe

"I didnt ask to be born and I dont ask to die...
I'm an endless dream, a gene machine that cannot reason why...
You can see me on the TV every night...
Always there to join in someone else's fight...
You can see me on the TV every day...
I'm the child next door three thousand miles away"

Deviam haver mais músicas como esta, mais pessoas a ouvi-las, a percebê-las, e principalmente a tentar fazer alguma coisa em relação a isso...

there's a comfort in the rain, one that lovers only know

One world, so many people, so many wishes, so many dreams...

Thanks for filling me with joy...



Today is a special day...

There are somethings in which if we believe... They will may happen...

Sometimes I feel like I'm not sure if I'm awake or still dreaming... Drowned in a sea of emotions, mesmerized by something I don't quite see or understand, although I feel... I then close my eyes, and float in a sky of memories, thoughts, and sometimes just pure emptiness...