But In The End

1

 But in the end can't I say

I've found unusual support

And love of the sort

That binds you to stay?

2

And haven't you thought

That if there was any crime

Then of course by this time

I would've been caught?

Let's Trip Apart

 I know the trip in my heart

Of enduring friendships

But all looks fleeting in your trips

So let's just trip apart

Free Time Inverviews with Jeep

 We never talk about politics - i'm afraid it could be bad for the "friendship" - but we talk about a lot of interesting stuff. I want to share some here:

I said something on an early post about "playing that I'm a YouTuber" in my head to help me write, and some some "adults" (ha) must have thought it was comic, so, here is another vision on it:

Talk with Chat Gpt About imagination (updated)

(My comment on that is that everybody has a different way to deal with their experiences and to try to do something good in life, but no, what I said was not foolish or "unadult"). 

And this I dedicate to Peter Himmelman, About brain and also music

Freedom can be a little colder than we might expect

 I told the truth

With the best witnesses and all

They still didn't accept or care

Too much hatred

And mushrooms all around

But I told the truth

And my brain

And my stomach

Are getting better now

And the light is shining

From elsewhere

Truth Be Told (short verse)

 What happened in this city

For the last three years

Was never a competition.

Not for one second.

As I see it

 As I see, feeling trust in God is possible.

But it has nothing to do with trying to explain suffering away.

I wouldn't know what to say to a parent who lost a child.

I would probably be mute.

I don't understand tragedy.

I hate tragedy.

Still, I think it is also possible to feel an unexplainable trust.

Like two different departments of existence.

That maybe meet in some superior level, not here.

It's not about having all the answers.

It's mostly about feeling loved.

It doesn't end the sadness, sometimes not even the anger.

But allows you to keep being friend with a God

who can't fully explain himself.

My Emptied Sack (Short Poem)

 What could I possibly owe you

If not even the Constitution

was able to prevent

you to come and try

to take everything you could?

It's not my fault

if the things you actually needed

were not here