Yellow diamonds in the light...

"It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important - that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you. And when it's over, and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back - so that you could have the good."

Cosmic, astral, mitologic, stelar.

I already got used to this silly state of mind. Maybe "silly" is not the right word, but who gives a fuck anyway. I've been trippin' all day. Lately, that became some kind of routine, you know like, when someone asks you how was your day and you answer "Oh, you know, got outta bed, ate my cereals, tripped all day long." Just routine, like everybody's doin' it. Like everybody's forgotten the times when they were completely happy, without any mixed feelings or second thoughts...just happy.
But my fractal heart and my cruel mind almost got into a fight again. So I'm mentally leaving Earth. I start with Mercury to grab some warmth, I swing on Saturn's rings, I kiss Neptun's vivid lips, and end up on Pluto to regain my coolness 'cause, when I'm done travelling, they don't have to know I had a bit of warmth, 'cause I don't want them to try stepping over me. They'll do nothing but get hurt, and I don't wanna do this anymore, hurting them just to save myself. But I miss the arms of the Universe. I miss the way I lose myself among its psychedelic threads, on my pursuit of happiness. But it's a part of me, like an oversized puzzle whose pieces try to find their way but they don't, so they try it like thousand times with thousand combinations and not surprisingly, they get no result. Yet. And that's why I keep my head high. Up to the Sky. Up to the Universe. Up to the happiness.