It's like standing on crystal clear blue ice and watch the water flow beneath.
It's like watching waterfalls with your most loved girl.
Like watching the bird singing you awake in morning.
Like watching your hugbear watch over you before you go to sleep.

The ice begins to crack, the beauty is now danger.
The waterfall dries empty, beauty is all gone.
The bird is hunted, catched and eaten. The sweet sweet music now is silence.
The hugbear is  old, thrown away, taking safety with him.


This is what we all strive for. What we want, need and hunt.
Guess what it is?
Then tell me..is it really this we want?

Perfection. Can it be achieved?
Is it possible to maintain happiness?


Like a tiger.
Like a car.
It's a flower.
It's a rock.

Sweet, yet dangerous.
Needed, but destructive.
It blossoms, but dies.
Hard, not unbreakable.

Do you really love me?