Either London, New York, or Paris.


My astral has been wandering all over those places these past few nights. Out of control.
All I have to do right now is to work harder, fight harder, and persuade harder.
Let the Universe do the rest.

I don't know how and where to start. I mean, these hands are full of paints, these thoughts are pushing my limit, and these tasks seem to haunt me every minute.
I feel like watching this invisible film in front of me, surreal yet beautiful. Lively images waiting to be patterned on wood, permanently. What about this ink inside my skin? It keeps on pushing me to read it all over again until all my Dalinian dream, and my current reality mixed up together and finally scattered to the ground.

It's not long since my first encounter with one of the most inspiring human beings on earth, Mr. John Petrucci, guitar god made in some progressive metal kingdom. It's not very long since I dropped a tear in front of my dear Salvador Dali's painting in an art museum overseas. It's not long since I turned nineteen, since my parents yelled at me to grow up again. Universe knows that I'm way taller.

A friend of mine called me this afternoon, he told me that he's afraid of the future. Ain't we all do that? He is now living in London. I'd love to replace his place in a heartbeat. But is it necessary? Does living in London guarantee me to grow up like Salvador Dali?

Fuck.

Now I'm lost. I'm lost between the truth and hope. I'm lost between expectation and intuition. And this ink  under my skin says "No masterpiece was ever created by a lazy artist." I'm not lazy, I'm just dizzy.

I fell in love with the smell of oil paints all over again.
It reminds me of that long way back out of hell.
And how these colorful spectrums saved me from the monster within.

Maybe I'm better off dead.

You, I, One.

Did I break you?
Did kill you inside?
I never meant to make you hide from the stars
Search yourself
Do not walk the rain in pain

Look at these fireflies

Let them shine for you

As the aurora sunrise comes

Let them wash your tears

As you throw away your pain
Because life can be beautiful
And let the child in you laugh

Smile, and never be broken again.

I have crossed the bridge
I used to think it was pitch black

I used to believe that I live far from the track
Until I realized

I will only be in this form once, and not again
Loose your anger, let go of the troubles
Taste the air, unite the ground, dream the water, feel the fire, and reach the stars.

And you, come back to you.

Live in the moment.

You, I, One.