One.

You make me feel like all is yet to come...
The past has no more power,
But future's hiding some. 
You want to buy me flower...

Don't even know how
You came and changed it all:
My life, as I have known it,
The feelings that I've shown.

You do disturb my peace:
No one like You exists
In any fucking way.

You're free to leave or stay.
I'm nobody to tell You
How You should live Your life.
Your journey is of value;
I'll never be Your wife.

We both of similar kind:
Compulsive, wild, and free,
Until we make our mind
And choose our truly how
And who we want to be.

Cause You are You.
And also - me.

June 17th 2015

Hollywood. Home. Feeling relaxed, in the Now. J, it's about You...

Dreams, they do come true.

I have a dream where You and I 
Together flying high in sky
And holding hands like we in love.
We have each other,stars above
And soft desturbence of an engine.
I look at You and see an angel,
That's capable of changing lives.
It doesn't matter, friends or strangers,
Their relatives or even wives.
There's only trust and zero danger.
Cause we all know - You chosen one.
I feel much joy, excitement, pride.
And though I'm not Your lover, bride,
It doesn't matter - what we are,
Cause You and I, we shine like star,
That's visible in darkest sky.
The one that we together fly
Each night in our dreams towards.
Each on his own, no escorts,
For independence pretty vital.
Respect for freedom - our title.
And when we land in paradise,
It won't become as big surprise
That natural organic feeling
Of being home,
From which we both were quickly fleeing
To find another better place.
We'll know that won't be the case.
And run we did, but no longer.
At home, together, we are stronger,
We can accomplish anything,
When we commit to light within.
And be right there for reach other.
You will be dad and I'll be mother
To little angels of our own.
I see us there, that's our home.
This dream is drown on my hand.
I can't wait until we land!




No matter what, never stop dreaming! J...
June 10 8:30p.m.

Choice is.

You may forget You have a choice.
You are confused.
Your inner voice screams out loud
And desperately begs for Your forgiveness.

Your head, meanwhile, silent witness,
Does all it can, to bring You back.
The power of will, You feel, You lack.
You're back to being weak and broken.
There are two sides to every token.
Which voice You want to listen to?
You have a choice, we always do.

No matter, what some angels say,
The demons also work their way
To keep You always in the dark.
Love is the only way to spark
The thirst for our human being.
Or else, the void may, too, be freeing...

Yet, that's illusion, nothing more.
You will come back. You did before.
To walk the journey from the start.
Don't make it happen. Please, be smart.



Without You, there would be no me, J. One love. 
June 10 2 a.m.

Message.

Again, I'm left without You.
I never knew how much I loved You.
A day, a week, or, may be, few -
The time and space have no value.

I am myself when You are here -
No games, no worries, no fear.
My own reflection in Your eyes...
You're always far, but yet so near.
Our quick "hellos" are long "good-byes".

No matter where You are or what You're doing,
I feel You are here, by my side.
The energy - it's always moving.
I'm blessed to have You on this ride.

Don't worry, sweets, I'm here, I'm Yours,
No matter what is coming next,
Deep love is blessing, not a curse.
So call me always, send me texts...

June 9 2015. Hollywood. I am very exhausted. J, thank You for the inspiration.