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I could drink the sea, I could be another -
Forever young, forever drunk.
I could be a river, be dark water
Forever young, forever drunk.
I could be a rock, but the other...
Someone young, someone drunk
Wants to be a river, be dark water
Forever young, forever drunk.

In active search of meaning of Life - the important thing is not to lose the meaning of the search.

Peter, in love with him at first sight. The second want to stay. The third trying to figure out the fourth move in together, with half of the fifth and late at night looking for himself and his regardless of the weather and the colours of the night. Very hard to find in White nights.

The more you want to become someone the harder it is to be yourself.

There once was a man. <...> the Apartment was so small that he lived in bed, his kitchen was so tiny that he had Breakfast in the fridge, in the shower, he was so bored that he climbed into someone else's. <...> his Look was so short-sighted that he relied on other people's point of view. His brain was so tiny that he did not have his own opinion, his mood deteriorated so quickly that he kept it in the freezer... <...> no matter How he tried to teach to say my name, it did not say anything. No matter how he imagined, he was nothing. He was so lonely, that did not take people, he was not so restrained, all the while holding on the phone not to do. His world was so visceral that the rest of the time he spent in virtual. His life was so logical that he felt the built-in item. There was a detail that didn't know how she become a man.

I was looking for a place for tracks in the snow. But I realized that I can't live like this. And I've seen half the world. I two thousand years. And joints ways than one kilometer.

Things that will be created in you and from you. Because see inside, do not compare, do not measure. There are no such ways as yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that you.

But here's the paradox: never like it, but all is well: I am a stranger, not seeking shelter; I'm a bird, flying high and looking neutrally at everything that happens and surrounding.

I knew and God and the devil,
I was the devil, and God.

How many raced past ridiculous years
to bring this spring.
Moths not looking, fly into the light,
I fly towards the sound.
Wings - ashes and Phoenix again
to rise from the grey days.
To put those parts to take off
to rise again from his knees,
and pray differently, and the whisperings of stars
to distinguish in the hustle and bustle of losses...
Do and you finally Mature enough
before all that you wanted to understand?
Is the new circle flight
is not interrupted, the fire of grief?
Well, let's see who's the moth,
if the sound if I were.

How many different treasures you are looking for, just remember that
The main finding of your life will become only yourself.

If we are weak, be at least harmless, or even better - calm and kind. And survive as more chances and power to accumulate. But no victory over them here and does not smell.

If a person need to be happy is external, it means he is bored of society itself.

I have a patient who is so afraid to die what could not live. I have a son who seems to constantly want me dead. And I live through the day, which shows that I really was dead.
I've got a patient who's so afraid to die that he can't live. I've got a son that most of the time probably wishes I were dead. And I'm living a day that's making me realize I have been dead.