j'suis ..Holisinations!!

The sun is shining on its way
Brighten up the ease of the day
Coloring flowers of the grey
Painiting a drowing in hie
Screaming lets go into a play
Let's enjoy every joint on our tray
Joining souls under the moon rays
Releasing the pain out of their tomfoolery
Exploring the intelegence out of coy
Dining on table of the prey
Enjoying the emptiness of the swey
Feeling the strenght of its wieght
Passing through the pleasureof her slay.

Did you understand anything?

• What is worse than opening your journal to feel moist from the last time you wrote few words while your teary eyes find their path on your journal papers?

• Whats worse than being on your desk for more than 11 hours without making a dime?

• What is worse than falling in love with your best friend and get turned down?

• What is worse than feeling you don’t belong to your space?

• What is worse…

Long list had to be deleted and hold on to one true thing that would last and replace all the negative waves in your sphere…hold on your favorite pen grab it , dust off your old diery and draw your letters on its lines. Go ahead wirte more and more and more , write down all your thoughts all your ideas and your negative impulses. Suddenly you will feel the heaviness off your shoulders and your chest will rise up high in rhythm with your head proud of your achievements and ability to produce.

Nothing can replace the vintage feelings of the leathry papers of your old dairy with your colored ink drawing your words like a painting thursty to feel its angles and shades. Expressing moments of your life;happiness and saddness, revealing secrets of your personality that you've been carying through out the years and habits promising to change them while you are still enjoying doing them every day since then.

Afterwards joy fills you up through your veins when your sitting straight on your antique leather chair having your high tech laptop on your traditional desk that you inherited from your great grand parent carrying the scent of their memories generation after another. Clicks of your finger tapping on the letter notes playing your music with beets from the rings vailing your fingers clicking and ticking one into the other, letter after letter showing on the screen carrying thougths from the little vintage diery uncoding a painting was painted with your hand writing.