Emerald Blue Over The Sky

It’s been a long time to get where I find myself now. I used to be a little jerk with tons of innocence and a die life way of survival. I built up a big lie and I called it Bright Angel Site. I thought I could be happy in a place where everything was as perfect as the hell inside of me. Then I realized I wasn’t happy and my tears were lakes of my devotion. I called myself the wrong, the Saddest Guy In The World. I tried to believe that something was true. So I asked to my Dear John to not to get lost in my own. I tried to lie to myself again and I thought I could be happy. That I could find my own season. I asked for Valuable Things Like Flowers In Spring. But those things never come and the Blue Marina was getting close. I don’t know how I survived the coast and its rocks. The emotion of the broken love. The magic of Valdino helped me, but I’m not sure of how I coped. Now I can see the greenery. I can see the bright and the dark. I can see the world as a place to improve from above, from afar, from beyond. From the sky.