Laughing in Space and Dance. Repeat. Yeah. I have more DNA in common with fish than humans. Whoa. Sick. It that drums? Shit's epic. BOMBS! No, it was just me. Am I on a boat? No... I'm on a ship...A spaceship!

What if I was a glowing pink octopus. Then I would never have to pay for the electrical bill to the Senates committee. But I could never turn of the light... I would never find peace. No glowing fish here, no sir.

I like being in the dark. You can float around in space is a secure capsule and just observe. I want to discover everything. What If I saw a supernova? Or a dying star... Is that the same thing?

I wonder if there's galaxies far, far away or alternative dimensions. I wonder if I had been a pink, squiggly, fish there. I might have been royalty. Like for real. Maybe I would have a garden. I could watch the clouds from down below for once.

I want to fly trough a forest before I get blowing to pieces in these fucking wars. Flying over a desert would be cool too. Not like I do now, but alone and at peace.

Sweet little girl, tell me your troubles,

Weep over lost dreams,

Let us heal your bruises,

Let us wash away your pain.

Sweet little girl, let us share your joy and your sorrow,

We are your faithful servants,

In happiness and excitement,

In anger and suffering.

After your heart is ripped out of your chest, the world feels black and white. Like an old depressing movie about smoking cigarettes and drinking whisky. I want to tell you something. I want to tell you how I feel. Most of all I want you to understand something.

Do you know what you've done? I do not believe you do. In some twisted way you think you singlehandedly destroy everything you touch. You don't.

Having a woman from your past yelling at me and telling you what to say, that is not the actions of a man. Not giving me a chance to understand is not the actions of a man. I never wanted to fix you. I wanted you to fix yourself. I just wanted to love you and be loved back. I believe that everyone is capable of love. Even you. Even if you don't think so yourself. But I've seen you love. You love the sea. I can see it in your eyes when they glance over the horizon. And even if you just said you loved me because you think that's what I wanted to hear, I know that you can love, and you will. Maybe you will never love me, but that is not the point here.

I wish I could look back at our time together and feel joy. I could see us together. I really could. I fell for you so fast and I didn't mean to.

I don't understand American culture. It is possessive and weird. You did not disrespect me, you messed up. If you didn't want to be with me just say so. Do not talk about not being worthy. Who is? I know I'm not. I am a cheater, a liar, I use people when I get the chance. I am not a good person. I try, but life is hard. Even for me, even though I've not lived as long as you.

I've constantly been told I'm not good enough, not beautiful enough, that I'm a waste. I am not wanted. Now I'm in a good place, or at least I hope it's going to last. I am still in love with you. At the same time I hate you. You never gave me a fair chance.

And just like that its gone. But you know what? When people give me shit, I will use it as manure and grow. You might have broken my heart, the pieces that are left of it anyway. I am afraid that this is going to make me bitter. I am afraid that I'm not going to believe in love and its awesome power. However, I'm going to try my best. I want to find my Aragorn. I thought it might be you. But like all fairytales they end.

The woman in rags outside the temple spoke in a hushed voice as I strode by. "You are not safe anymore". I could hear the horror in her whisper. I am not safe here anymore. I believe that I'm never going to be safe again. Wherever I go the horror of the mad king will spread. That's how I came to be here in the first place. A different king but from the same psychotic family.

I was born a couple of paces down the cobble stone street to my left. In the King's Prison. My mother, however was not. She is a priestess from the cold, sparse cliffs of Aeldis, miles from this sewer the southerners call a capital. She came here as a prisoner of war. She has never held an axe, knife or a sword and the bare thought of her fighting seems absurd. Sure, she was in the resistance and so was my father, bless his soul. He was the one with the sword and the lectures on freedom and prosperity. My mother tended to the wounded and prayed. She prayed even as they dragged her away from my father's mutilated body. They tortured her for information, even though she was heavy with child. They killed her sons, my brothers, to put an end to our fight. They would have killed me to if I was born with a different set of reproductive organs. Apparently, females can't fight. I will make them realize that mistake.

Today, the new king will wear the crown. He is even worse than his grandfather who in his final years waged war on my people. Freedom is a word kings cannot bear to hear. I guess that's why they hate us so much. His son promised peace. That was before he died suddenly on hunting trip. Oh, to think what might have been. Now madness and cruelty rules us yet again.

The bells atop the temple mark the beginning of the ceremony. I have to go into hiding. When the bells toll again, I will be hunted. 

Knowledge used to be empowering. Knowledge brought power over others and power over yourself. The leaders of today are stuck in an ignorant sleep while the people have woken up. 

The people however are divided. We the people are reluctant to unite under one voice. Our knowledge varies depending on what individual perspective you hold as your own. 

From the moment people learned how to read they started to educate themselves. Unfortunately each and every individual life-experience grants us all a unique perspective on how we perceive this knowledge. 

Knowledge is never good or evil. Human intelligence however is a blurred spectrum tainted with our emotions. Feelings of good and evil. Joyful and depressing. 

The knowledge of the elders contradicts the knowledge of the youths. The knowledge of the religious differs from the knowledge of the atheists. 

Do you know your history? Does it make you richer or poorer? Humanity has done some unspeakable sins towards its own brethren. Slaughter, distrust, greed and mutilation. We can choose to blind ourselves with ignorance over our history or gain knowledge from it. 

In society today we have to be critical of everything we read and about everything we're taught. We have to keep an open mind and accept the uncomfortable fact that gaining knowledge can chance our perspective. To survive the monsoon of research and information we the people have to be strong enough to always choose to express love towards our brothers and sisters instead of choosing to hate our differences. 

I see a woman walking down the street. 

She proudly states that she is turning twenty-five for the forth time in May. She gets a steady paycheck every month from a job she's too qualified for and has no one to spend it on but herself. 

She drinks wine she believes is fancy because it costs more than the crap she drank as a teenager. She drinks it with her girlfriends talking about getting married, having kids someday and how the world turns little pink baby girls and little blue baby boys against each other and about dirty jokes told by old men at the office. They laugh. 

As they go out onto her balcony, each person sucking on a cigarette, they praise each other for not ever using any drugs. They have another sip of wine. 

Her apartment is far from the screeching sound of cop cars and glass breaking during drunken brawls yet she believes that the street violence is increasing. She learns about it from biased articles on her phone at lunch and one time she saw a brown kid in a hood walking down HER street. It's getting out of hand. She does not get the promotion because they need someone who is dependable. She might want to start a family soon. 

I know nothing about her.