forgotten voices

 48 tears fallen out of time 

 those tears where not ment or basset on reality it just took over and left with what it ment they where ment for the lost paradise where time stoppet this is not a story that reviwes lost moments in time nore it wishes to bring into present imemorable events life just takes turs to find lost moment this sertch follows that moment that lasted less then a second is there a whay in witch it all remained lost in time and life took its course  time stood by in atention in front of those imemorable moments where you could see sand falling outside esistence creating imortal moments with every single spec and grain of falling into a genesis where its fate is to recreate a forgoten feeling over and over again but what remains is maby tha pain and remors of investig something imortal into a timles moment that reality fades away like it was never there ignorance is bliss when you knou you created somethitg eternal and puting time in front of it so it will shadou it into inexistence is it fate or destiny this thind that we are nittin so it can be a stapway twords haven what all ended

some call it a dream some call it a sin some call it as it was but living it was something else then for those who felt it wht is it then something that some one tries to bury it with time but remaine timles inthe same moment hopples this does not recreate those moments that tears felt more real like the cold river and mountains felt like an ant nest in flont of the moment that time ruled as timeless thet momen when felings became a 

p.s when wors ar usles to remember a feling that some heart keeps hidden  from  time

funny isn t it

 48 tracks that make you feel more human

what are the deepest human feelings where do they come from are they like an endles map just lake the world was with an edge how far does imagination go have we reached its limits are we there yet but here we are what am i to this world what is this world to me  lost in writing lost in reading miss talking to you we wherent there yet but i was there before you where here not as you are but as you where not knowin where are you now knowing that the world is simple and it becomes simpler seing only as it is  not going throu the proces of discovering it but understending its deeper meanings means going through the proces of experiencing it as time changes it until it reaches its final form one that we agree it suits us as its final form mut my social dilema is that i hated miself for hating yore apereance but not youre presence socialising with you felt like time stopped jus so us coul talk more about enything from timles things to shaples worls made us feel like angels huging with their wings

testing emotional responses is like predicting controlable people or trainimg their predictibility but people have ptredictible emotional standards ad womans are the puzzle peaces that treger this extendable tent 

so on and so forth

p.s. the world becomes smaller because we got used to it trying tor rediscover it means we have ro relive someone elses percepceos of tis world and how it began to exist but what is the world that we live in if we do not kow hou to understand it and live ithow it was desined for us to live insted of serching for its meneng to exist it is like we are thrying to make the world more sustenable for humas to live in it by dehumanising it of the human qualities

before it starts remember this

 48 belifes

in the God that we inherited through blesings we trust this means that the colective memory of a hors that carries his own burdain saves those who take care of him and he becomes the simbol of progres meaning the free will to fight for freadom whith bare hands that the outworked in the the most conveeneant disobedeeance with hunger and curiosity that surpasses human morals and creates a careles conventios that leads to a disfunction in our own organic harmonic principles that became giding lines for those of us who are couned as meny but who was he after if not someone else ? so not only the truth lies in ash and dust or stics and stones nor in flesh  and bones but is decizions that end up becoming wine and bred or  the justice that is disorved by the fall of man in time led ted here by his free will used against himgal

so now what war became norma the rithh opres the poor by geting them indeted for life the old get evicted when they finale relese themselves from social duties and everyone moves so fast to one place to an other that nobody cares to take a loock what they are stepping on and we fade in to the sun pulling out our ruuts out and then What then?

what if it toock this long to create an apearance of existence and only one moment of not payng atention to become reality and reality needs to what now.

will the feeling of being robed end with them? why was i a simple librarian that hopefuly pleged for something beter for them to deal with our hopes but the second time after the first rownd one felt like i sold everithing i had and lost more then i bugaind for or it was just a feeling like i was left with the value a real panic like one in a dream but palpable without a reason after just receved my paycheck but its value became a ghost and now it all became real they are using a contry as lown domy to milk its value indeting something that they alredy had the contry was pennyles all it ha was the value of its potentian the name and its belongings and they used everything torning it into a number that they torned into chas and pay themselvs with it to worck for this contry with the walue of the pontential that it had but now it is all sold as debt and averething with value lost potential an remained oly hopes  i hope i am rong about this but i also feel like if nobody fough agaist them they wil work for whai it has been gambleld

P.s. do not fall for bad dreams fight for them