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"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

I found solace in the strangest place.

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is proof that he exists.

— Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry, The Little Prince.


Das ist nur eine Geschichte.


Nightfall was daunting and elusive;
Almost toxic and intrusive.
Many would shun and scurry away
With haste and without delay.
All but one young child stopped to wonder
What the world was falling under.
Many of them were sick in the head,
The others were afraid it'll spread.
No doctor managed to find a cure
For all minds were no longer pure.
No musician produced a sound
As the noise would only drown.
No teacher cultivated defense
During lessons of present tense.
No police have got a clue.
They were only human too.
To defeat more than one rebel,
It was almost impossible.
Control was no longer within;
Never had it ever been.
Every thing had turned to black—
That darkness that was always back.
Every one was just afraid,
Or else they'll be dead.
Shut up and keep the silence,
There's no need for all that violence.
Daylight may never come again,
but so will all that pain.
Let it go, let it all go.
Move both lips to a no.
That void will begin to turn
Into a black hole it'll burn.
Away goes the darkness
For better or for worse.
Like a bottomless pit,
It was about to lose it.
Scarcely lit rooms lost hope
And could only mope.
Soon it would all be gone—
The anticipation of dawn
That gathered everyone
As they'd have all won.
Too soon it began to break down
To a state never to be found.
In hope of seeing the light,
All that came was the night.
Everything was all for naught.
Everything was all just a thought.


The changes in our life must come from the impossibility to live otherwise than according to the demands of our conscience not from our mental resolution to try a new form of life.

— Leo Tolstoy


A promise was made;
Through the tides and blissful times,
Keep close and hold on.





Way back in the back of my mind.
I saw my life in a stranger's face
And it was mine.


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