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your moral existence was brief and adverse The blind masses accuse you of excess desire, Babble about a thousand frivolous objects, And refuse you even the homage of a thought. But vegetaring with the mistake they completely Die, a thousand times better still their fate The Catacombs of Paris, Italian poem, 1804 You lack of bravery, my dearest cat. But why? What are you afraid of? Afraid to be a dishonorable person because of one more sin? Why aren't you looking into strangers cars or reading unknown messages? Why aren't you curious about other wallets you find left behind on the street? Aren't you tempted kitten? But what do you know about people at all if you don't know their secrets? And if you don't know anything about humans, what do you except of them? I can't quite understand the way you build your life around magic, art and surrealism. I think no one can. But I see a graceful path when I look at you. You are and artist, my dear. You're not afraid to see the beauty, even when there is none for the mortal eye. I'm wondering if you see half tones, the ones, we, dull people, are unable to evidence? Seems like every is an endeavor for creating a better you. Understand more, forgieve more, accept more...beautiful, yet beyond reach. Lift your head up high, little artist. The world is waiting for your grateness! It's bizzare how our worlds have melted into one. Yet, you are not escaping. Is it the desire to be a part of something inexplicable? Though, the new world of ours is rather peculiar, don't you think? Unpractical, if I may say so. We are constantly looking for a common language to avoid arguments about definitions. Yet, we see things in a different light. So why is it, we are still togehter? There are a millions of answers, my love. And I'm sure you have heard most of them. I can't give you anything new, beautiful. All I know is that you are my 'third eye', enlightement. You are one who can make me complete. The whole system was blown up as you brought new ideas and visions into my life. And for that, I'm thankful. You make one deam, think,live.I was alone at the front line The message I was told was to try and find the joy of a lifetimeNo one is worth of your tears. The only one who is, never wants to make you cry. Friends hear what you say. The best friends hear what you don't say. If every of my friends jumped down from bridge, I wouldn't jump with them. I would want to stand on the ground to catch them. Don't sulk or be resentful, you never can know who takes fancy to your smile! Yesterday is past, tomorrow is surprise. Today is gift. It takes one minut to crush on someone, one hour to like someone and one day to fall in love with someone. But it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Along growing up you will learn that the person who never should disapoint you probably will do it.Your heart will break more than once, and every time it feels worse. Also you will break hearts. So remember how it felt when yours got broken. You probably will also fight with your best friend. You reproach the new love for the things which the old love was guilty to.You cry because the time flies too fast, and before long you will lose someone you love.So take too many photographs, laugh too much and love like you never got hurted, because every 60 seconds you feel down means one minut of happiness that you never can get back.Don't be afraid ending of your life. Rather afraid that your life never gets strated.