Red carpet of your eyes

We fighting for things that we don't even understand. politic problem, physics surgery, believes. growth, explosions of facts, desagreement, pissing around. nonsense. emergency in the urgency, crying all around, loneliness. bad people, bad plan, bad idea, desctruction.and death, always being in control. all of our lifes search the answers, search for a goal, deserving one. abandonment, being afraid of the dark. everybody is a curious person. wasted youth, misunderstanding old age, competition, germs, wars. the stubbornness of the crime, the rebellion, without knowing why. the crime, the rebellion by knowing why, the refusal of the dishonesty. to all of us, we who all know that the oppression is inside, almost on us, in us. we fighting for things that we don't understand. overwhelmed.
all my life i got this air in my head, keeping me inside of myself, until the demise in the nothingness of my thought. i feel things that nobody could touch or see. i feel things that i deny after. i feel love. but i keep it secret, i learn that it's more apreciate when it's hidden. or maybe it's me with my relation's paranoïa. or just without nothing. i feel mystery all around. here we are nothing to eachothers, just another unknown one. another uninteresting life so we don't give a fuck. and we don't apreciate anyboby, not ourselves, no one. no respect just glory. eternal one. i wish i could do better. and write it clearly. i'm here in the red carpet of your eyes. asking to myself if you will keep the memories alive. be careful in the existence. all that i always wanted, you were a part of it. i get lost in this train on this endless line without being afraid without being another than me. i get lost in everyting in this moment, perhaps to discover why i cannot fall asleep before midnight and why you never fall asleep later. double zeros double egos my love.