guardian..

for half an year i am writing something what i think is the truth.. in my heart i feel that this truth is close to my soul.. what's crazy? i was telling a fairy tale about one way and i myself was walking on a different path..

trying to think about it.. i fell in love, but i forgot the rules.. i fell in love and i thought that i am the winner.. i fell in love and i got lazy like hell.. i fell in love and instead of growing i was fading.. i fell in love and the only one i was giving was a bunch of sweet words..

you can have word.. and even if it is meant to be truth.. it needs to have some value.. the color just is not enough.. you need to breathe it soul.. you need to let the word become a deed..

i think that i became a guardian.. and it is not bad.. i am a good guardian.. like a good friend..
i heard words of my friends, i heard words from christin, my lovely sister.. i heard them but i did not listened.. all what they advised me, to be someone, to be selfish, to become a man.. they were stopped somewhere inside me..