The battle began.

Who knows the paths of God. Who knows his secret and untouched fields of possibilities and perception. Who knows that time doesn't exist and who knows who is who in this world. Like a card games we are playing our lives, being a King and jsut a minute after a 9. Who knows where to put the feet to step still on the solid ground. Who knew that I will loose my ability to write and rediscover it just in the moment of death. Who knew all that is a man with a great knowledge and still remains a saint. We all knew what will happen and what happened and what is at the present happening to us. All the sighs and aughs we do nobody knows why, but we know and try to not disturb the world with lies. And the worlds that will never be the same as the moments of our death. So we wait still and we observe and we still believe that love will come. Even though we are on top of our lives and our dreams, we still believe that love will come and it does with each our breath. There are white mountains and beautiful fjords, apparently the most beautiful places that we could have ever been. And what we do is what we think, deep inside our cores we miss. We miss the world that was given us, the beauty and the sky. We walk, we talk, we eat and shit but as if it is someone else not we. We in our minds with our plans, with tickets to undiscovered lands, to places that maybe will not remain the same once we got there and discover that we missed the chance to see the light and beauty of its own in dark pitch nights with illuminating lights on the surface that we thought is black. All rum is drunk and songs are sung the woman dying in our own eyes too. So what shall I do father I asked you once. Remained a silence that I thought I knew. And each word is getting out more strange and more like once I asked you what is right, remained the silence in where I sank. I tried to swim, I tried to laugh, I tried to cry and I tried to pass, but nothing seems so easy now, when she is gone and you have passed. I don't kill you anymore because you are already on the bottom of the hell, and he and him and all of us are there together reunited from the past. And where is future, where is past, where is presence and where am I? I asked to fight and so did I. Nowhere was so hard as except my heart. But I know I see the light, and not from her or you or him. I see it in the darkest night that asks me to come in. My body is tired and my mind is fool, my deeds like children's play itself, what can I do i wanted to ask you on your grave, while nature is far from me, and I just pretend I can reconnect with it. But still there is a hope and there is a faith, one thing that was given us as gift, and this time no woman nor the grave but simple joy that you are just are. And you and me and her and him, all we are and all we live. Where and why and how, those questions can be dismissed now, because we are there and now and even as we don't know how. I am still there in this forest and this hut with fire that will never stop. And where is she? I would ask at your grave. And I can answer I don't care. But I do, so does she now, but where is white and where is black, with mustache Sheriff stands on guard he knows that he cannot, but still tries to win the fight. So I ask you Sheriff, who are you? In past lives where have you been? What was wrong between us then that even now I don't know why but hate is coming over me. I tried to love, I tried to save the world, but it seems that even now I cannot save even myself. So tell me Sheriff why you star shines so bright and who are you and who were you in our passed and tangled lives. father is dead and she's on the bad, dying there and me here fighting to brake this spell. So who put it on, was it me myself or was it him. So tell me Sheriff once more the truth that we are one and love is all. You sit with your gaze in the darkness, you try to find the place to hide and shatter. You are a wolf that came that night to break the dream into the nightmare. Or was it me, or was it him, if one is all and all is one, who is here to win and loose and who that forgotten star. The whole in all that matches us. And you smile and you cry and you think I will know, where shall you go even though I am not so sure where my path is heading through. So now you choose and now you take what is good for you and me, and Sheriff looks still gazed on you and he hopes that another night you will cook for him. There is a song and song is right saying that Sheriffs star was blinking once into the night and through the time and Sheriff thought that she was mine. So now please listen me once more, and who is Sheriff and who am I, and who is she and who is who, knows maybe only his almighty God. The script is written and has to act so now take your weapon and shoot the star, and be proud and find the night in where you will hide on the dark blue sky. So father yes, please let me know that I have spoken to the spirits though. They told me that I dont have to more carry the sins that who knows who did. They said that they forgive me so, and him, and her, and all of us. They said go ahead and be kind, and that you don't have to kill anymore. I thanked them then and i was shocked I didn't want to listen to that, but once they were gone I had to write it as I do it now. And institution are knocking hard, on my, your, her, our doors. Please come in and we will give a pill. I am sorry doctor I love you but, I need to go and live my life. And I know that at the moment then she listened as she had known, she smiled, she forgot us all, she flew with me to the place which I call a dream. And even now I would kiss her so, to show her that we all are one, me, her, you, Sheriff and all. So my heart is freed and my soul relieved and I can read it to you all at once. And who is who and who is me, and who is her and who is him. And Geishas grotris, and Ramas range and still behind the divine bless. But once we come back into our simple lives we will love and hate and that is also really fine. The way has changed and writing style, what can I do, or you or him. And some of you will thinks, he's freak but I tell you that there will be day when all is One.