What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
-jim morrison
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