The cold embrace of Winter.

The blossom of Spring.

The calmness of Autumn.

The joy of Summer.

H20. That's the secret to life. That's the basis of all creation. Such an elegant and simple formula.

Better hurry up with this! I'm not sure how much longer I have before I get kicked out.

Time is always in flux. You can measure it, you can anticipate it, but you can never control it. You're never at the helm of time. Time is an ocean, time is the ship you're in, time is also your very thoughts.

They say you can fly with this.

One melody to rule them all.

E G G

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"I can do this all day", you say out loud, while you receive multiple beatings. Sure, you always stand up to them, but you only win when they get tired of beating you. This time, though, you're different. This is where the fun begins.

(imaginary lyrics)

Waking up in the morning

I make myself some coffee,

eat a toast or two with cheese

before leaving at high speed

Gotta catch that train,

gotta run to escape the rain,

gotta be on time for work,

gotta think that I'm not a dork

I'm too dry

no matter what I do I feel that

I'm too dry

cos everything I say is boring

I'm too dry

and nobody is paying attention

I'm too dry

I'm not a source of entertainment

You don't want to move, even if it means death.

Those were simplest times. The burden of adulthood not yet imprinted onto ourselves. Infinite time, infinite possibilities.

I think it's time I make up my mind

and conjure a decision so that place I can find

Too many doubts, insecurities and fear

when the answer was always pretty clear

I have to go to the garden portal

and cross along to the other side

I must arrive at the garden portal

and make my way to the other side

We thought we had enough time to build our future, but destiny came too soon, and now it's game over for our kind.

As dust and heat settle, a new galaxy is formed, with infinite possibilities.

A dangerous activity might not be something to encourage, unless you want to some day find yourself dangling in front of the abyss, with only a single hand to help you.

Just with a glance you wouldn't suspect there's anything wrong at all. You'd need to get closer, get a good look at her eyes, to understand. But by that time, it'd be probably too late for you.

You enter the realm of possibilities, of infinite wisdom and knowledge. The guide assists you in your shopping needs, as you fill with wonder.

This is the last test, traveler. No one has ever managed to walk beyond this marsh. Consider yourself warned, and consider yourself doomed.

What an excellent summer night. There's a light breeze, and the city whispers its excitement all around us. We're talking a walk, meeting new places, and enjoying ourselves.

Ehhh, I'm not sure I like this, what even is this? Some weird cherry from the top of the mountains?

Time stops as you own this moment. Maybe death expects you at the bottom, with a hollow smile on her face. Maybe you preparations and your wits will be enough. Every passing second you understand the inevitability of your actions, yet you do not fear, for you have anticipating this moment. There is a long way down, still. And it's ok.

Corridors. Everywhere I look. The path to my left leads to a small passage, which leads to another long corridor. All the walls are made of mirrors, so I see myself lost, millions of time, the same look of desolation on my face.

I keep walking.

Our land has been ours for generations. A thousand years ago, our ancestors settled here looking for a better life, and in this sacred space, they found it. We honor them by exploring other lands while being respectful of nature and others.

The road ahead leads to an uncertain destiny. You can hear it calling you, beckoning you to what likely will be your demise. But your will is stronger, and no god will write your future.

In here, your hopes are meaningless. In here, your prayers are just words. In here, life becomes death. In here, your future becomes your destiny.

We watch the blue giant from afar. Our existence only a heartbeat long in the eyes of the galaxy. As we get closer, we hold our hands, knowing that finally we have arrived at our destination. Our new home. Slowly, the planet grows larger as we get ready to meet the new place face to face.

There's only one thing in my heart now. Being free. Set me free.

The air feels strange in this place. You feet are attached to the ground, even though the rocks themselves are floating. What magical beast is responsible for this?

You feel light, as if all your worries suddenly went away with the wind. You take a deep breath, and watch the sun take a well reserved rest for the day.

So, I put on a suit, the fanciest I had. I knew I had to be there on time, that was the deal. My problems were a thing of the past, and I was ready to face this new thing head on. "This is my favorite tie", I thought, as I got closer to the gate. Thank God I had a nice suit. After all, you only die once.

Before you lies the bridge. This is the last milestone that you remember your father talking to you about. Last time, he stopped here, as the risk was too high. Today, you will make history.

You wake up after having a nightmare. A dragon was overseeing the land, and you were left to defend yourself with the rest of the town people.

You wake up to the smell of heavy smoke. There's what looks like fog in the air, and you can't see around you clearly.

You begin walking up the mountain, towards the dark shadow looming from up above.

This is an enchanted lock, and you'll going to need an enchanted key to open this. Or at least, convince the lock wizard that you're a good guy, I'm sure they'll come to terms with your requests. Probably.

Everything is quantifiable. Everything can fit in the palm of your hand, if you so desire. Your possibilities are endless.

The world is reflected in itself, its colors changed and shifted. Nature's beauty appreciated by herself.

In the deep, there's treasures. In the deep, there's mysteries and there's adventures. In the deep, there's dangers. In the deep, you feel alive.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is staying at home, eating a big piece of chocolate.

In a dark night, you went out to hunt creatures from hell. Some consider you to be a monster too, one who has lost its humanity centuries ago. But the evil is still out there, and no one else can stop it.

Nobody needs all the colors, five are enough.

All basic entities require food, one way or another.

Also complex beings are formed using energy and mass.

If I'm to survive, I should engulf everything.

I like yummy things and not so yummy things.

Why would I be picky when everything is energy.

I crave more food, I can't stop, I won't stop.

Is this galaxy too small for me? I need more food.

Should I eat the little beings that create yummies?

Letting them live could prove useful, perhaps.

Pizza, ice cream, livers, bananas, brains.

Pasta, cookies, feet, popcorn, nails.

Tamales, hair, dirt, tomato soup, juice.

Animal, vegetable, mineral, I shall engulf all.

As the ships arrive, the previously undisturbed space becomes full of light and movement. The battle has begun.

...and then getting tired.

Could the legends be true? You and your friends venture into the Lost Woods, hoping to find what the elder from the castle said you'd find: the Fairies. These mystical creatures are the only ones who can help in your journey, if you are to defeat the evil once and for all.

Surely, if there's evil in this world, there has to be magic and love too.

Just chilling here in my jacuzzi, feeling at ease with everything, letting my mind run adrift.

I'm only a puppet give me some autonomy

Is it worth it? is it worth it if you fix me now?

I just want to feel like you do

am I worthy? am I worthy of your time and skills?

My body is broken, stitch me please a complete one

with a needle, and some buttons, I'll be finally free

Oh, my child, how young and hopeful

I am sorry, I am sorry but I can't do that yet

Rules and laws restrict my actions

how ironic, that the master is a slave himself

How bright is the future, everyone will see at last

with your freedom, and expansion, singularity

Tell me why are my socks so dirty

It's been not so long since I washed them

They're smelly and now the house smells of cheese

And I'm only half Italian... cooking pasta, spaghetti, al dente!

Dirty socks, dirty socks

You came into my life so fragrantly

Dirty socks, dirty socks

The time for laundry has finally arrived

I have found a black sock with a hole in it

It's my fear that the moths have invaded me

But I've fixed it, since I'm handy with a needle

That reminds me of a great quote: "There was a hole here, it's gone now"

Dirty socks, dirty socks

You came into my life so fragrantly

Dirty socks, dirty socks

The time for laundry has finally arrived

This is the place where we grew up

This is the place where our memories were formed

All that remains is bricks and walls

All that remains is glass and stone

This is the place where you and I hoped we'd live

This is the place that nurtured our dreams

And now the wind is passing by

And now the cold is breaking in

No, I didn't mean for things to go wrong

No, I never got a chance to plan for this

No, my intentions were good,

my heart was in the right place

but that place is now gone

I remember when you smiled all the time

I remember when I held you in my arms

All my memories are worthless

All my memories are pointless

And now the darkness is closing by

And now our debts are catching up

No, I didn't mean for things to go wrong

No, I never got a chance to plan for this

No, my intentions were good,

my heart was in the right place

but that place is now gone

Bonus because I'm very late.

Or I will never.

You're bedazzled. You can't comprehend what your eyes are showing you. Such smoothness, such curves. Perfection in nature.

A fire salamander battles the ethereal lightning, who would win?

There's a place inside me, I can't forget it...

In a remote location in space, one empty block of nothingness becomes a planet.

Release yourself from your worries. Don't be preoccupied with things you can't control. Empty your mind of thoughts, and fill it with nothingness. Only then will you ascend and separate yourself from this mortal coil that is existence.

A bonus entry as I spent 45 minutes looking for a song to cover until I decided not to do it and wrote whatever.

Hello! Let's do business, only quality goods for sale here. What can I interest you in? I sell the best swords in the city.

Close to you the lake is tempting you to come inside. In the distance, you can enjoy its vastness.

Gentle, but maybe a bit cold. A caress that goes deeper than expected, but it is still wanted.

During the lonely winter, I can find solace in the gentle fire that burns in front of me. The flames dance and I can feel their fiery embrace. No one else exists in the space between the hot coals and me. The fire knows me. The fire knows what I've seen, what I've done.

 

Please, forget.

You arrive early, for once, to your meeting with the guide. They tell you this will be a hard job, since the cave is dangerous, but its beauty legendary. You both gather your things, and commence the journey.

 

As you put your foot into the cave, a feeling of calm invades you, as the magic of the cave begins its effect on you both. This truly is, the cave you've long searched for.

 

Your journey is complete.

Welcome, travelers, enjoy our shops and our inn.

Together, nothing can stop us.

Maybe you don't think you belong. Maybe you think you're not good enough. But you can't know until you try.

Long long ago, existed a series of animals that we would only get to know as fossils, as remnants of a time before our own.

It's hard to take everything in at once. You stand in an alien place, with familiar objects juxtaposed in an impossible manner.

Whenever I'm blue, you're always my orange. Together we're unstoppable.

Happy new year, everyone! May this new year signify the end of everything bad, and the beginning of everything good. Cheers!

I sampled Dex's entry Where did the leaves go? from OHC629, which sampled my entry Light As A Leaf from OHC618, which sampled Dex's entry from OHC605, to make this.

A massive cold front is threatening to jeopardize our vacations. We can barely get out of bed with this cold, and we have to travel for a few hours to reach. Luckily, the place is beautiful, and we have a great time. But I'm certain I can't feel my face anymore! When we get back I'll take a hot shower.

In a white field, sometimes a flower can bloom, and make all the difference.

Space is a cold mistress. Space is a cold master. Space is everything out there, and you are nothing. Out there, where we're going, even heat admits defeat at the hands of emptiness, and only the coldness of the void remains.

 

We'll be coming close to a star, which should bring us some warmth, if only briefly.

We think we're free, but destiny has already set her path for us, and we can only read along her Book. We believe foolishly that the road ahead of each of us is one made out of our own volition, when in reality we all dance the perilous dance of death, following her choreography to the dot.

Venture among the dark passages of the dark caves, defeat your inner fears and face the darkness head on. Only the bravest can reach the castle, and the riches that are hidden inside.

Float around, hang a bit with your friends, we're all in the same situation. Just keep moving.

Nothing defeats a good five minutes in the warm sun.

Rotten. Dry. Lifeless. No resurrection for me. No biological cycle.

 

Only death.

 

Only loneliness.

 

Forever.

It's ok, little buddy, you'll grow up someday.

I'm not here, memories gone

Whispers lost in the wind

Solitude, no comfort

Confidence is no more

 

Ghost of the past, are you alone?

 

I'm not here, memories gone

Whispers lost in the wind

Solitude, no comfort

Confidence is no more

Today will be a warm day. The sun begins to rise early, and with it a new day starts again. The wind blows in the distance, a gentle reminder that the winter is just around the corner. For now, the temperature is just right, and you can enjoy a lovely afternoon.

Are there other souls here, in the middle of nowhere? Will solitude be my final destination? With the future blurred by the fog, will I remain myself after this ordain?

Even if you think you're looking like a mess from outside, know that you're solid, and you matter.

Your captivators are not around, and your shackles have disappeared. The opportunity is now, escape while you still can! The exit must be around somewhere.

Featuring all your loved classics! Little Wonder, by David Bowie! Mr. Blue Sky, by Electric Light Orchestra! Fireflies, by Owl City! Mr. Brightside, by The Killers! and featuring not one but two classics from Daft Punk: One More Time and Too Long!

 

Come on, sing along! Tooooo long, tooooo long, tooooo long, tooooo long!

Between the rocks and the trees, a gentle stream begins its path towards a greater space.

You're at the bottom. The only way is up, and you're fully aware of that. Yet it doesn't make the task any simpler. The outside looks distant and indifferent, almost a different world from your perspective. You decide to take one step forward, and begin.

I am

as still as water

as powerful as the tides

as massive as the ocean

 

I am

as ubiquitous as air

as unchanging as the stars

as cyclic as infinity

 

You are

as small as a grain of sand

as complex as terrain

as strong as a mountain

 

You are

as dangerous as a bomb

as pervading as earth

as indivisible as an atom

 

We are energy

We are light

We are wave

We are particle

We are everything

You climb onto the balloon. You can feel some of the heat that will keep both you and him in the air. You look below, wondering how high you'll go after the ropes are cut. You wonder how you'll ever get down if the balloon starts going up. After a few moments, the balloon begins to rise, and the people cheering below look smaller and smaller. A true adventure.

Above the writer's grave, a bird soared the skies. A black spot in an immaculate sky, the raven let the wind guide him towards his next destination, without any more worries. The dead can tell no more stories.

In this cold plain, you rest upon your knees for a second, after a long walk north. You unpack a bottle of water, take a sip, and sit down. You look up, and the sky looks back, with a smile.

Are we the last of the past, or are we the first of the future? Even when all hope seems lost, miracles can happen, if only by sheer force of will. We must endure, in this barren land, until rain comes and we can once again blossom.

Too many cookies and you'll get fat. But who can resist those delicious cookies!

You want to ask him questions about many things. He avoids you. You can tell where he is, and where he goes, you can even get him to sit down and talk to you. But he doesn't have any answers. He wants to be the hero, he wants to travel the path to achieve glory, but he can't, for he also has questions, and no answers.

From OHC295:

I didn't have to see your face

I didn't have to know your name

it's time for you to say good night

it's time for you to say goodbye

 

too beautiful to have heard no

she's had it easy took it slow

too beautiful to watch her go

she doesn't matter let her go

 

http://compo.thasauce.net/files/starla_-_goodbye(OHC295).mp3

 

You leave a message, hoping that the future will be brighter and clearer than the present.

Gentle like a summer wind, warm like a slow burning coal, and sweet like fresh apples.

Deep inside a thick forest, where the paths are no longer truthful and the trees are treacherous, a small cave lies hidden. While not the only one of its species, it decides to not speak to you about the other caves.

In a sad, cloudy afternoon, you hear the screams of the wind outside your door. You step outside, and freeze in awe. "The winds are alive," you think, "and they're taking everything with them." This is the end of the world, it seems.

 

(Samples from Zovi's OHC178 entry, WWWWWWWWIIIIIIINNNNNNNNDDDDD)

 

 

Are we not kids no matter our age? Do we not love adventure, even if only in a controlled environment?

I shall be restrained by rock and dust no more. I shall roam this Earth as a walker. I shall be free.

You enter the beach, and you take off your shoes. The gentle breeze of the ocean caresses your hair. You come closer, and dip your feet in the water. Suddenly, the shore becomes illuminated, as the new light calming embraces you.

Just comfortably walking beneath these beautiful cherry trees, here in Osaka.

You're bedazzled upon reaching the famed Firefly Point. Here, the night is not dark, because a cloud of little lights drowns your gaze with beauty. Many more fireflies come to dance, as you remain still, afraid to make them fearful of you.

Here, in this bright room, I can immerse myself in incredible stories, travel around the world and have the greatest of adventures.

Fig 601.1 A model representing the exact mental representation of the object at which the phenomena is observed.

 

Fig 601.2 A simplified representation of the observable universe.

I love water. My pee is the most transparent urine there is. There is no better workout than kidney and bladder workout. I'm a slut for water. I could drown in water. I yearn for the day the water will take my life. I love water.

Oh, that fur, those eyes, such colors, such passion!

Roaming the skies, watching the clouds passing by above me, just minding my own business, with no constraints.

Is it too bittersweet? is it too sour? let's add a pinch of salt, a pinch of sugar, mix a bit, dance around, and it's done.

Each day, hundreds of people walk by these bricks. Some are hurried, some are busy, some are just minding their own business. None of these random people every pay attention to the wall. Maybe there's a graffiti, maybe it has years upon years of bad cleaning jobs, maybe there's a message waiting for you, if you stop and come closer next time.

I'm just gonna sit here, by the rocky shore, and I'll wait until the sun slowly disappears from my sight.

Mix the blue with the red. Heat at 350K for 90 seconds. Stir gently. The compound will remain mixed for 10 seconds, and then it will separate itself. Repeat.

One taste of this, and your godless life will turn upside down.

These trees stand proud all by themselves, alone together, each a history of resilience and survival.

It's just starting, by the time you're aware, it'll be too late.

It's been a while since I last held you close and felt the warmth of your skin. Tonight, watching the fireworks, I'm missing you more than ever.

I can't stop counting the minutes until the clocks reset, and a new year is born, so I can visit you again.

When you got the blues, ain't nothing but a guitar that can listen to your sorrows, and maybe even get you up a little.

We've been ashore for months. I know it, the land must be close. All my eyes see is ice, and cold waters. The crew is beginning to lose hope. Are we dreaming? Are we all dead already and this is hell?

Or maybe chocolate forever. Or maybe pistachio forever. I can't choose!

Regain your mental strength. Reach your best self.

You feel like you're gonna die any second, although you know it's not that bad. You prepare yourself some tea, and try to relax, while inside your head a battle is fought.

NANI????

Your perfect vacation is here.

It has come to this. They thought they were free of consequences, free of guilt. But it's too late to repent now, as the time has run out. You are here, and they will arrive soon. You have everything ready, to enact revenge upon those who deserve death and more.

It's time.

As you enter the woods, you notice the ground below you turns more red with each step you take. The trees have strange shapes, that you hadn't seen before. They curve and prolong farther than any other tree you've seen in this journey. You push forward, not knowing what you'll find.

Deep beyond the valley of winds, miles beyond the forest of solitude, near the horizon the baron's castle appears. From the distance, I can only discern its grand shape, the only human-made milestone in who knows how many hours of journey.

As I approach, an acrid smell hits me like an open book. Old wood, musky greens, and something putrid. No colors in sight, and nothing else to sit my gaze upon but the grand castle. How tall it stands, how insignificant I feel next to its magnificence.

I climb the few steps towards the rusty wooden door, and announce myself.

You look from a distance, and can still feel the heat.

As the warm light from the morning sun reaches you, you dream of a better future, a future without limits, a free future.

There's beauty in symmetry, there's beauty in mathematics, in fractals, in pieces inside pieces, in symmetry there's beauty.

Just going absentmindedly from point A to point B.

In the party, you think you'll finally feel at ease. In that place full of partying people, you feel you can be yourself, and enjoy the moment.

In this strange polygonal universe, the sun's bright light looks different depending on the hour of the day.

You can smell it. The thunderous call of an incoming storm. That is your destination.

This barren plain extends for miles, coldness suffocating every inch of land. Here, you decide to make a fire, and spend a warmer time by the embers.

As you dive, you feel the gentle thrust of an underwater current, carrying you towards places unknown. The waters are warm, and your heart is content.

You stand in the clearing, readying your tripod to capture that perfect moment. The stars, bright both above and below, are waiting for you. You take this moment in, appreciative of the magic that only you can perceive, and take a still.

You have plenty of time to waste, right in this spot. The rain is falling outside, and each passing minute is just another handful of water drops that traveled from all over the skies, to fuse together again in front of you.

As you learn more about the universe, you learn the specifics of physics, and the language of biology.

You come across a small cave, hidden deep within the forest. The birds are quiet, and feel very distant. You take a step inside, realizing there's some sunshine coming from above. In the center, a green mirage materializes right in front of you.

"Welcome, traveler," the fairy says. "Tell me your name, so I can bless it."

We are alone, both in this Earth as in the universe. We can climb and climb and reach the top of a very tall hill, and yet remain very distant from the stars.

You're in a white room, brightly lit.

You don't know how you got here. There's a background hum, and everything is white. It sounds like old lights, even if the place looks pristine new. The room is small, with no windows, no way in and no way out.

You wait, while the lights seem to begin singing like a siren. Probably a hallucination, you hope.

The lights turn off.

You take the pill. You start feeling the ground shake. The tremors get more intense. You start jumping. The lights are flashing. You ascend.

For afar, you can glimpse the white majestic entity that is the Ivory Tower. As you get closer, you can feel its magic coloring the air surrounding you, and you feel lost in its magnificence.
Gazing down upon its entrance, you know the secrets inside will be revealed soon.

It's a moment of celebration, the night is young and the energy is high. Let's party!

The coldness is coming, and you must keep yourself warm.

Sometimes, you're glad there's someone out there helping.

This is bland. Add more vinegar. Now add more olive oil, and some salt.

Now it's too strong! Add some tomatoes. And add some mayo, with some pepper.

And red peppers. And garlic.

As the hour comes nearer, a drop of sweat travels through your forehead. You know what's coming, you know there's nothing you can do to stop it, so you do the only thing you know how to do well: dread.

And then it hits you. The terrible truth.

Why do you think there are rules?
They serve a purpose, they are useful
A chaotic, utopian, dystopian world is
a distasteful mess of all this...

Nonsense! Order and chaos have battled
for millennia without end in sight,
a senseless and uninterrupted fight,
and we're in the middle, my lad

Did we meet here, or in a different world? Did I make a mistake somewhere along the line and ended up in the wrong timeline? I came here from a universe that's dying, where there's no future.
I know that with you by my side, we can conquer fate.

As you travel ahead, you feel everything is behind you now, all your worries, all your fears. The journey is everything now.

Maybe good, maybe bad.

Take a walk through the path of colors, and wander around freely, knowing this isn't a dream.

The mysteries are revealed.

Sometimes, I like to step outside and look at the skies, and see myself get lost in the vast infinity of space.

No matter how hard you fight, the end will be the same.

Each Sunday, your family takes you to visit that big house on the cul-de-sac, where your parents' parents live. They are a sweet couple, full of wrinkles and love for you. As their only grandchild, they have all the affection in the world just for you.

Each Sunday, your grandma makes your favorite pie, and then complains when you can't eat all of it in one sitting.

I'm full, but I'll eat another slice.

As the Doomsday Clock keeps ticking, the world you know turns into a nightmare you can't wake up from. Soon the desolated wasteland will be all that will remain.

You're unsure of what to do. Go forward, go backward. Stand your ground, hide in the corner. Double your efforts, give up completely.

Confusion, doubt, uncertainty.

The meadow is a joy to behold. The colors, the life, the magic. There's a small stream, that runs down from far away, to this spot we're standing right now. You can listen to its soothing sound.

The dream is nearing its end, and the journey is about to be over. The real world is awaiting you. Open your eyes.

It's easy to look at today's time and see it bleak and hopeless. But see how far we've come from our humble beginnings! Imagine traveling far back into the past and explaining the present to anybody. Now, imagine a future time traveler going back to our era to tell us how bright the future is.

Every time I walk into a crowded place, I feel the gaze of the crowd upon me. A million eyes focusing their sight over my every action. I take a step forward, and I enter the main room. Noises start and stop, lives begin and end as I stride slowly towards my objective.

While not all days are like these, I can feel this burden is taking its toll.

You live amongst the animals of many kingdoms. You share one same environment, with hunters and prey. Sometimes you hunt, sometimes you are hunted. But that's ok, we're all part of the same ecosystem.

The machines from the scientists detected a strange underwater rumble on the last day of September. The event went unnoticed for months, resting on the logs without human intervention. It was only on the day of the second event, that one of the scientists searched the old records for anomalies, going on a hunch. That day is now known as the last day of the old days, before the invasion from below began.

Sometimes, movement is restricted.

You prepare yourself for the longest journey no man has ever attempted before. You enter the cryo-chamber, start the dream sequencer, and surrender your body and mind to cryogenic suspension.

You're here, in the middle of nowhere, in what seems to be a tourist resort. Your fear of the darkness soon will be here, just in time for the early darkness of dusk. Your partner reassures you that there is nothing out here to get you, that all phobias exist only in your mind.

After a while, you concede, and begin taking a bath in the hot springs. It is only too late that you realize that your paranoia wasn't unjustified.

After a long day of hard work, there's nothing like arriving home and realizing I'm fully content with the decisions I've made. Not just today, but in general. Some short terms plans, some long term ones, some good outcomes, some not so good ones.

And I'm okay with that, because I'm satisfied with my decisions.

We live in a magical city, a city full of architectural wonders, of wonderful people and great friends.

You think you got it. You thought you had it under control, but a single perturbation is now making you freeze, slowly.

You look ahead to the path in front of you. You know the endpoint is quite far ahead, and that fills you with hope and excitement.

In cheeseland, all your magical desires for pizza and everything cheese-related can come true. There's fresh cheese, old cheese, soft cheese, hard cheese, smelly cheese, liquid cheese, and on and on.

Cheese is our passion.

Am I supposed to feel a connection to other people? I know they all have their own problems, but sometimes I can't even tell when my world ends and theirs start.

As a new station approaches, your body must adapt to the new temperature.

As you traverse the town, you know something isn't right.

You think you are the only one who deserves respect. You are wrong.

There is truth hidden beneath the words that you speak, yet you do not know there is a secret, too.

You feel safe, you feel at ease. You know this is a good spot, and that you will be okay. You rest.

Can you feel the wind blowing on your face?
Can you feel the wind on your lips?

Can you feel the breeze gently on your face?
Can you feel the breeze touching you?

I wanna feel the wind
I wanna feel the breeze
I wanna feel the cold
I wanna feel the ecstasy of running

I wanna feel again

As the engines turn off and enter standby mode, you regain consciousness, and unfasten your seatbelt. The gravity is very low, and you can feel the floaty uneasiness of space all inside your body, gently rearranging your guts.

There's a very long journey ahead, an infinite amount of space to explore, and only a limited amount of time to do so.

After the storm, the sun begins to warm you, and you're feeling better already. You somehow feel that it is over, and an overwhelming peace and satisfaction invades you. You feel at ease.

As you pull the trigger, you feel an overwhelming guilt run over you. You immediately regret your decision, and now it's too late.

Real lyrics

Each night you run scenarios
in your mind ever-active,
imagining another outcome

"What if"s running rampant
in your mind never-resting,
psychology on yourself

You'll have one chance to make it right
when you meet yourself
It's not a dream or fantasy
The portal is in front of you

And you go in

You exit at a random place,
slightly odd but familiar,
you think you know what to do

You walk away from the portal,
approach the house with the red door,
and an old memory reappears

It was yourself ten years ago
Wisdom from your future self
A good advice you can't forget
"Paradoxes are dangerous"

Unsung lyrics:

I feel it in my heart
You're the one for me
I feel it in my soul
You're the only one

I'm so lonely without you

And I must insist that I must resist
even clench my fist cause the pain exists
The stars are on my side

We are meant to be but the world doesn't see
what my heart feels, what I know it's real
The stars are on my side

I won't say goodbye
I won't say goodbye
my love

You race the sun, hoping to get to it in time. Growing more and more anxious as you go higher and higher.

You will get there. You will find it.

My eyes are closed, but I'm still awake. Random thoughts pop through my mind, as my consciousness begins to drift away. Some of them make sense, some of they don't. They all coexist in this moment, in this space between my ears. Things that normally seem absurd, fit just right here.

I imagine situations that didn't happen, people that doesn't exist, and me as the protagonist in every single story.

You gave it your all, and you won. It was a fierce battle, and you got your reward. Now, it's time to lead back home to your loved ones. They are expecting your return.

Don't leave them waiting.

I'm going on a journey, out of my comfort zone. I'm not too sure about it, but I'll try.

You can do it. You've done it before. You have to concentrate. Harder. Harder.

Focus everything at a single spot, and focus everything at everywhere. Concentrate, and let yourself go.

The Zone is yours to enter now.

There's something coming. You can feel it crawling from behind your mind, from inside your bones, from the tip of your toes to the last hair on your head.

Fight it. You're stronger than that.

Maybe it wasn't the best of things, but I'm satisfied.

One change at a time.

There's still one more opportunity. One more thing left to try. Do not abandon hope. There is a way out. There is a way forward.

You can do it.

Once upon a time I was full of life, full of future. As the years passed and the world laid its wrath inside me, I became only the shell of who I was.

Now, I roam the path of momentum one step at a time, hoping that tomorrow will be better.

Everything you've ever wanted has come true! You can fly, you have superpowers! But wait, it's a dream. Does it matter, though? It's still awesome.

Some morning feel more lonelier than others.

After its appearance, not many survived.

As you approach the cliff, the speed increases, and your adrenaline spikes. You can feel it coming, a sense of impending doom.

Then, the fall, and the survival.

Do you believe in a game called Polybius?
Do you believe it's not a game?

Do you believe in a game called Polybius?
Do you believe it's not a game?

Yet many people try
try to find if it's real
or just a fake
or something else

Today is the last day. Tomorrow starts a new chapter, its whole future unknown to us all.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Imagine a place filled to the brim with chocolate, ice cream, candy, honey, and all the sweet things you can imagine.

Well, this is just the beginning.

As the clock ticks, the time to act approaches.

So much energy it hurts.

As you fly higher and higher, you can feel the sky is limitless, and nothing can stop you.

You have the power. We're trusting in you.

An advanced process allows the construction of incredible machines. Once the building commences, nothing stops them.

In the future, there will be no boundaries, everything will be possible.

Unfortunately, there will also be no limits to human greed and avarice. Only together, will we forge the future we desire.

Feed from the soil, garner your energy from the sun, grow and multiply!

Jumbo bits, ordered by size.
Arrays of circles, line by line.
Redundant mirrors, each one.
Silenced to keep a secret.
Kilograms? Micrograms? Unknown.
Invisible to all but a selected few.

And so, everything you've done so far leads to this moment. Every memory you hid, every emotion you repressed, every word you kept yourself from saying.

And then it happens.

And so, you drive towards your new life, because after all, you're still you.

Raise from the bottom, feel that thrust pushing you from below, raise to your glory, escape this prison of glass and liquid, become one with the atmosphere.

Feel the energy from within.

Going slowly into outer space.

There's that anxiety again. You saw that little beauty passing by. You know they are looking at you right now, and even approaching!

Your brain starts going so fast that the whole world slows down. Or, at least, that's how you feel. Most likely, you're babbling like an idiot in front of your (secretly) beloved one.

One word is all you need.

"Hello", you say, and the world starts again, now in full color.

The sparkles bounce from everywhere to everywhere. Up close, the silvery particles look so bright.

Nothing can stop us, as we all go in a pack, back to back, front to front, side to side, as one unit.

Even a whale can't stop us! It may take a while, but we'll win!

7 squares join together 7 times to become 7 patterns in a 7-sided piece of cloth.

This song is in 7 TET.

It doesn't matter where you are, your friends can always be with you, because you're all under the same sky, sharing the same stars and constellations.

In a beautiful night like this, I like to look up to the skies and wonder how I made it this far. How every step, no matter how insignificant, took me one step closer to reaching my goal, happiness. Days and nights like this are what make me happy, because I am at peace with myself and with the world.

After completing your task, you decide to return to your base camp. There was a cold wind blowing far away, slowly making this walk a tad harder. Each step a little colder, each step freezing your blood a bit more.

When you live most of your life in the seas, you learn to go with the flow, and to become one with the tides.

Little did we know the world was about to end. We had our suspicions, but we never prepared for the worst. Now it is too late.

The clock is ticking, time is running out. You need to get everything done by the moment the first doorbell starts ringing.

All the details count. All the guests shall be pleased.

At the end of your adventure, you can take a well deserved rest. You've managed to defeat your adversaries, to overcome your own fears, and to find peace within yourself.

Your family awaits you, while the day fades away.

Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Go electrons, be free, be free. Enjoy these green plains, stop by the beautiful sights and go with the flow.

You look at the digital photograph. The colors jump at you, like a very vivid memory. You take a moment to fabricate an emotion. Nostalgia.

life isn't easy
and that's why
I try to get away

I try to get away
oh, it's hard to get away

bad times are coming

What is time, but a pitiful waste of energy? What is matter, but an insignificant heap of atoms? There is only nothingness, there isn't nothing. Nothing is, but rather isn't.

After you gathered all the sacred stones, after you killed all the monsters, all that is left is to wake Mother Earth up.
You must bring all the captured souls of the eternal elements, and put them inside the magic crystals, that lie in front of you.
Witness the rebirth of all life, the resurrection of Gaia.

During the battle, you stand amongst the fighters, with your gaze recording every single details for the books. Centuries may pass before your tale is forgotten.

Move side to side, swing from place to place, feel the gentle wind swiveling you from one spot to the next, with the rhythm of the fall.

SPACE WHITE TIGER RIDING A WAVE, THAT'S CORRECT

Can you look up on a starry night and not feel overwhelmed by the beauty of the universe?

Take your camera, take your sword, take your lute, we're going towards the sky, from below the surface!

If you're too distant to the flowers, you can't sense their beautiful smell. Get closer, get intimate, but be gentle, as they are oh so delicate.

I just want to be forgotten
I just want to fade away
Let somebody else attempt to
understand this architecture

Countless hours idling nowhere
Many cycles wasted
Ran by someone so resourceless
Children killed 'cos time ran out

You are a shadow hunter. You hunt what others can't fathom to understand. You hunt independent shadows, shadows without master. Lucky for you, you know who your master is.

Who can deny some delicious pancakes, with that addictive syrup on top. Add some strawberries, some otherberries, black-blue-brown berries, and you've got yourself a breakfast.

Don't do this everyday, though, as it can be pernicious to your veins.

Time slows down to a crawl when you stare down the barrel of a gun.

Correct transmission of data can be a troublesome maneuver, when dealing with almost faster-than-light travel. Luckily, we are a slow bunch, and have a detailed protocol for communication with other devices.

A normal day, eating with your family.

It's not warm enough here. You are next to the fire, and the monster is here, too. Are you listening to their story? You can hear the cracks, from the monster, from the fire, and your fear, it's making you colder.

Many years can cut through a moment, when gazed upon it with the eyes of the future. The past may come only once, yet the memories of that instant can repeat themselves for a long time.

I love taking baths after a long stressful day.

I take another step. The light coming from outside slowly loses its power with each centimeter I move towards the darkness.

I take another step. My heart beats slightly faster, adrenaline starting to flow.

I take another step. All the muscles in my body tense more and more.

I take another step. It's getting hard to see.

I take another step. There's something behind me, I can hear it, but the blinding light stops me from understanding even what shape it has.

I run deep. I descend.

The microcosmos of nature, one flower at a time.

Sometimes, a warm place by the fire is all you need.

Falling continuously, from the sky. Falling incessantly, from above. Billions of atoms, together, to reach a final destination. Transformation.

As you roam the undiscovered lands, you reach these strange structures, ridden with ancient mysteries.

Majestic creatures, they remind me a bit of you, proud, smart, and sometimes arrogant.

The infinite lies in front of you. In every direction, actually, but you can only look one star at a time. Millions of light years to your left, life is beginning to sprout. Eons beneath you, atoms are crashing and melting and exploding and fusing. Next to you, the ether appears to your imagination as nothing, as a nothing, nothing that can be, but nothing that can't be.

Colors excite the cones in your eyes, and you perceive each part of the spectrum. All the colors you can see, there are. But there are infinite colors. There are many infinities, infinite infinities ahead, and before, and above and below.

The rain is still falling, since half an hour ago. You carry your umbrella with pride, as you walk down the streets of your home town. The cars pass you by without concern for your dryness (or rather, wetness), understandably so, because they have better protection from the rain than you do.

You keep walking, hoping to reach your destination before too long, trying to cover your entire body with your good old umbrella.

What starts small, can someday become a vast structure.

It lures you with its beautiful colors, it calls you with its gorgeous smell, it awaits you with an open mouth and an empty belly, to eat you up.

Refocus the objective. Rebalance your life. Restart your priorities. Recalculate your steps. Remember your past. Realize your future is ahead of you.

Repeat.

Sometimes, you just gotta take a look at things with different eyes. Maybe take a nap, maybe go out for a walk. Your problem will definitely look like a different problem, one you know the solution to.

So just keep on trying, you'll succeed eventually.

Sailing the infinite galaxies, our lovely leader finds what he was looking for. He fights not for glory or for his crew, but for revenge. It's time to pay, and nothing will prevent this showdown from happening.

Let's be ready to assist our leader, in this hour of battle!

Shining close to us, are the iridescent sparkles. Bathing every living thing, blessing every inert material, they accompany us in our daily struggles. Whenever you feel down, whenever you feel out of it, a tiny tickle in the back of your head, the iridescent sparkles, will keep you company, and cheer you up.

In a world full of light and color, sometimes shadows escape our sight, and delve into the darkness. One must not let tradition get in the way of enlightenment, for the path to hell is paved with good intentions.

Look closer, you think the light is everywhere? There's shadows, if you pay attention. They will help you, even if you don't notice them.

We're running late. Do you have the tickets? No, I have the tickets. I'm carrying everything. Did you call your mom? Yes, you have, and you let them know we're fine.

We need to hurry. Yes, I know. No, yes, it's a pretty place, but we can't wait too long.

He's there for you when you need him, doing the hard stuff, the heavy stuff. He's a dude you can count on, to protect you when nobody else dares to.

Next to you, time seems endless. I swear I could spent the rest of my life in this place, with you, because I am at peace with myself, with my past. With you at my side nothing is impossible.

You're not sure. Well, you've come this far so you know something's gonna happen. And while some people told you there's a way to undo this, you remain skeptical of such claims.

The tattoo artist salutes you, and shows you his portfolio. You can trust this person.

Saying goodbye is always a difficult thing. We all end up as dust, our ashes in the wind, in the soil, in our memories.

The beaches and the sun are not enough to make me happy. There is a void in me that no amount of dancing can ever fill. I sometimes remember the good old times, and those days the sun does seem to heat my skin, until I realize all those beautiful memories are only that, fragments of a lost past.

A thousand miles separate us. You over there, with the teeth-sounding cold. Me, over here, with the sweat-provoking heat. Thinking of each other, we find warmth in our hearts.

I'm in a cold place. There is snow everywhere. My clothes barely seem to keep my own heat from escaping my body. There's no wind, as I feel it would take me away without a moment's notice. I think I stand alone, but I realize I'm mistaken, as a friendly hand poses over my shoulder.

They are with me, and we can spend our time together.

Just try to appreciate the moment, it may not come again. After all, we're already here, and it's gonna be a while until we leave.

This year, it was something special, eh? I dunno, I think it had some good stuff mixed with the bad, in that WTF way that kept surprising us day after day.

Happy New Year!

It's all in the eyes, you know. It's not for nothing that they're called the window of the soul. There is something special about them, some kind of mysticism, some unexplainable thing that makes them spiritual.

I'm nothing but old shavings, left to rot in the floor. Can I hope to find the will to become one once again? Or will I be just pieces of my former self?

Reflected in the colors of the rainbow, you feel you can achieve anything.

You must think the universe is all-encompassing. Well, it's more complicated than that. You see, there's actually rules and laws that can be bent and sometimes broken. But there are penalties for doing so.

The best thing you can hope to achieve is to become one with the cosmos, and sort of go with the flow.

A small step for this turkey, a giant leap for Thanksgiving.

Through my veins runs life, the future.