Va’no Per’su

when I was little,

I dreamt of mornings,

cold dreadful mornings

with no previous warnings

when, from my window,

I could eat stars for breakfast

right out of the Milky Way.

just me, the spoon

and a lot of bright stars as my pray.

I'm not sure why but,

at that age,

I liked stars and milk just the same.

thought I've sometimes been called insane,

I always saw this big thing you call Universe

like a big bowl of lights.

a full-closed ark that you could reach out

with the tip of your fingers at nights;

curious thing...

always with closed eyes,

and fear for what lied beyond

as my shaking hands

stretched into that unknown

which lacked the sometimes awful sound

of this thing called human race;

and their wheels,

their automobiles and cries,

always for things that could never fill

a human's heart

but always his ego,

coz lies,

are often spoken as truths

because we are too proud to admit

that we make mistakes

which costs us a great deal of pain

but keeps our prides intact,

so i guess this is that it takes

to feel alone when you are surrounded

by those who do care but still make faults;

and I still think that love was supposed

to find us with bruised knees,

not keeping our self in tight vaults.

take a better look next time before

putting your scarred hands and heart out of sight;

you might be surprised

by how many scars one can have

and still walk proud with them into the light.

a scar always has a story to tell

so I guess we're all storytellers here,

and remember how much you liked stories as a toddler,

before you found this thing called pride

which also brings the fear

that won't stop at making you afraid,

for one evil never comes alone.

that's how you get the guilt which with time,

it plagues your mind, flesh and bone

with this little thing called desperation...

you don't want to taste that!

coz this thing builds inside your head

and then hits you like a bat

from your blind spot when you're busy,

trying to make amends for your guilt

but you fail and more pressure is starting to built

'till you lose yourself and you tilt.

so,

take a break from being human and come with me,

let me show you how to pick stars from the Milky Way,

forget about your pride for a night.

...try just being for a day!