FOUR YEARS NOW

Why?
Why?
Why are always the best gone?
Why at 27?
Why does this have to do with music?

The worst industry for depressed people,
The best for bitches who just want fame, without caring about making GOOD and REAL music.

It is not about notes,
It is not about perfection.
This is about feelings.
And feeling.
Deep, very deep.
Inside our everything.

But real feelings are dangerous;
Once in this world there's no way back.
Even dying, you were already born once, already existed, and we still can't turn back time.

If only we could travel to the past...
Just to the past, not to the future.
And then back to the present.
To live day to day.

Roller-coasters.
Upside down.
Up and down.
Down town.
Up high.
Up.
And then down.

Air.
Fire.
Rain.
Water.
Earth.
Ocean.
Sea.
See.
Watch.
Feel.
Beat.
Boom.
Bang.
Gone.
Bye.
Leave.
Stay.
Always stay.

Just you.
Just yourself.
For yourself.

Fourth year without her making us feel.
Fourth year without she feeling.
Fourth year of darkness for the world.
And four years of darkness for my heart.

Four years without her.
Four years now in hell.

No warm,
No calm,
No ups,
No downs.
Just loneliness.
Misunderstood.
Here without you.

My heart is still buried in the deepest ocean's waters, next to yours.
Rest In Peace Amy Jade.
For ever. For you, for us, for the world, which misses you.

And play a song for me when I'm gone too.
Prepare the best Lollapalooza ever with Joplin, Cobain, Jackson, Hendrix... Queen, don't forget about Queen!

Wish you have the best eternal time.
Fly free to the Moon and shine shine shine.

July-23, 2015