Mind me... a desperate cry of quiet proportions

Life is just something part of a being, would a being be what it is with out life?
Life is just the part of one that gathers experiences of all kind, sometimes i wish life would be bit more interesting, bit less dull, be there; is it hidding from me?
The state of subit excitement is called happiness, which is not permanent, but comes when it needs to come. Life brings life togeter, new, old, but life afterall, what am i to do with mine?
It is not about priorities, but about feelings, what do you wanna have? Not only was i happy in a strange way, but i was full with light, light that might show the way if i know how to follow correctly. Only if i'm clever enough would i be able to reach the top of the sun. I step on the tracks left before, tracks that show as many paths as shapes there are in clouds, always changing, always fantasy, for dreams mark the steps that should be follow, and only dreamers know what is next.
The sweet greeen of the grass will make my feet painless and conforting, no more weriness in my sould, but that tender push of myself's delight.
Will i ever reach it? but what if i have already...
Sandy hands made of blood, purple knees and blind eyes follow the peacefulness of the past, trying to forget his memories in the lake of lonesome ties which are lost at midnight.
Hands and wrists tied on my back, the controlling sound of a voice, will i let myself be used by?, or will i try to get lose so i can fly out the window? into the world of suffering and cynisism. The unknown, though good, is still unknown, and experiences shouldn't come blindfolded, but open to the truth of the mind.
But that gentle hug given, and the memories of friendship do not have comparison, for life travels through the veins of love, and though honeyed, it presents as much stregnth as chains linking the sea to the weaves.
Do not ever lose me, please, inside that hard cuirass stand the tenderness broken and trying to mend on itself.
I'm grateful for all of the life i've gotten so far, and the gifts on the road, picked them all if they were shining, for my interests was reached because of all of you.