Starry Starry Night (Vincent) -Don McLean

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will…

Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

Lonely Lonely you and me

Everyone wants to be special,
at least they need to believe that they are special.

That is why we go to work,
and we strive so hard to get good grades,
good money , good appearance.

But then… at the end, people are just people. Nothing.Dust.Illusion.

That is why , people like you and me who are frustrated with the reality life and disappointment turn into anything.
God. Philanthropic action. Philosophical Thoughts.
Love. Dream . Anime. Games. Drama. Wealth. Friendship.

Everyone wants to feel special.
Everyone wants to have the belief that at least a little part of the world is going to miss him when he is gone.

But without me and you , the sun will still be shining bright and the rain will still be pouring.
People  singing , falling in love , talking about hope , they will be there walking in front of an old building talking about life and death. Everything remains.
Where does all the soul go after now?

No one cares about our existence. Not you , me , anyone. Not even God.

Everything is an illusion.
A cup of coffee , a dog , a love that last for a brief period, harsh life to face, an empty room.

I am only a lonely soul consist of thousand and thousand of integrated thoughts.

And world goes on without me.