To my luck and happines.

"I need silence again. I'm longing for silence. Again simplicity is gone. 

Is it so hard to understand I'm not so good at this? For all signs on earth and out there I've collected on the way, there's no sign of understanding. And I don't need any special acknowledgment that angels are not with me, that angels don't want to be mine, I know that for a long time, I knew that long before. I accepted the fact I'm not fighting, I'm not whining. I know. For real. The more you deny the bigger suffering and no earth no heavens will help. Because torturing won't make you better. Nor worse.

Stop repetitions of this celebration of rejections, of "no's" and denials.

you don't have to because I know and I'm not trying to change anything.

I have a heart too."

Only the angel that follows me have a big black wings, pale white face with a pair of pitch black eyes staring at the world from behind of my shoulders.

This angel has no mouth to speak, this angel feels only and in feelings is buried its heart like in ashes of this what was before. I, mistaken, trying to carve mouth on its face to make it speak to me. There was nothing but anger in return and it rained back with myriads of drops of silence and their tears. I failed. 
Now angel follows me whenever I go, it follows my emotions and my confused subconsciousness. But its ambivalent to everything what happens to me, to whatever I feel and whatever I do, it is there for own reasons, reasons I don't want to understand. This angel don't want to be mine either, its there because it want to be there. It won't go away even after me, with the same lack of smile or scorn on its face. Like mime inside the invisible cage.


Sumiglia by La Filetta

It is a hymn to altruism, the act of giving oneself to others. Random you say..OK :) but its beautiful.