Growing on you is the worst thing I could do

The thorns of your rose cause my heart to bleed tears. Your roots strangle my veins only allowing the minimun love circulation. Your petals fall and I still catch them. Why are you trapping me with your harmful dead roots? As I try to revive you with the love of H2O, you dig yourself deeper into the dry dirt of desperation. Your acceptance for me is only minimal if not nothing, but I stay growing on you while your thorns grave through my flesh. You'll never throw me away, but I will never be more than a weed to you.

We the leaders

We all start off as a great idea. Ideas then develop into scattered puzzle pieces considered as steps to the conclusion of the original idea. Then organization is placed after a great realm of thoughts is brought forth. All hemispheres of the brain are functioning to the point it is seen upon as a perfect image, a future outcome of bigger and even better possibilities, and the powerful feeling of ad infinitum leadership in a modern existence.

While others respirate the polluted air of daily routine, we distinguish what presence lacks; an idea of modernistic entertainment. To the point one breaths ones way through an organic feel of green interest, to the natural love of life itself.

As a team, we evaporate into the recent air once respirated by those individuals craving the turning point away from routine. A vibe set so freely and fashionably, it can only occur once.

We are the turning point.

We are this occurrence.

This is it, yesterday is polluted and tomorrow never arrives.

We launch once and we fly forever.

We are the only path to relocate the mindset on modern advertising.

An idea that tattoos the earths air and develops into a picture that was once an idea. History is in our palms.

Sao Paulo is such a great city. I've spent a lot of time alone, but at the same time a welcome feeling from everyone causes me to experience family-like company. A lot of feelings here remind me of you. You introduced me to slow passion, believe it or not. As much as I need you everyday as mine only, I actually cherish your time given away to me. You hold complex understandings and portray a set of wonders, but all that really matters to me right now is what I've grasp from you. Even if it flows as a memory forever, I only know you exist and it contents my mind, much more my blood flow.

My body is most likely the weakest you've found in me, it is. You were right, you are right. I can't even imagine anything greater than a combination of our air. If I talk about our bodies I will beg you to love me forever.

I place my blood flow in a high position being I combine it with my mind. My mind follows my heart as much as my heart follows my mind. That's the difference between you and I.

Before you, I only would let go of the difficult wants and just would give up after time played it's part. I would tell you in your face to give me a chance or ask direct questions but you make me so weak and I cherish the purity of the moments I can't imagine myself giving up. I can't, you have control of my air even over here. Time gives me a sense of forget, but with a spark of your thoughts I grow right to that place again. Your givings, even if you think about me once I always feel it. I know I do.

You hold me in a way I can remember forever that's the most beautiful aspect of living in your thoughts. You have everlasting prints on me, I walk through them when you're not here. A Saturday night I unexpectedly shared with you in your upper room demonstrated your knowledge of how I internally felt at the moment. That's incredible, imagine having you for real in reality an everyday process of growth. You're incredible. I would probably choke on a perfect dinner or have a heart attack of indecisive blood pumping. My veins argue for your craving arms to just grasp me and activate my heart to scream.

I know emails suck, but I don't think it's legal to see each other. I am on the level of weak acceptance for you. I love you out of nothing.

I appreciate your difference

Where do I go

You really don't know until you feel the heavy steel bars of love. I thought it was just a one two three another one of those guys you know. No it wasn't it really wasn't. I found myself completely in love for the first time. Now lets think, we see movies, read books, hear songs, and read poems and fall in love with them. Then we relate that one special song, movie, book or what ever it may be to this person. We have all done that, I know you can relate as I used to be that way. In fact I loved being inspired by music, movies and outer grabbings to get me through whatever I was going through. Then this happened, a forceful plan that can be fooled for sacred love. I saw the feeling right in front of me, all I ever wanted was someone to control me and I was way wrong, in fact it's nothing anyone ever wants. To the point you find yourself on your knees and you can't even bear to think like a living human. I have no direct mind for myself anymore, rather a set future with chains and smiles. Do you want to know why I am trapped and did not see it before because these lovely people all have real smiles. Their acceptance to their lifestyle is what they seem; their culture is solid. And no one is in love. Everyone is set and done, you either chose it or you don't and you cannot turn away. Once you turn in your in ,but if you turn out you cannot reach again towards any of them. In all honesty, I have never seen anything so simple and pure, but the transition is the risk factor. I now cannot tell the difference between feeling pain at the moment or if I am just in pain all the time now and running custom to it. I have not contemplated to turn away being I am strong, but am I really following myself, what I want? Then again I want them to be happy and I chose others over myself especially G-d. If G-d witnesses my good in this existence I shall be given a good feeling after my life of giving. I am sealed till I am free, even if it doesn't take place in this life. I will one day leave and cherish silence for the first time.