Purple hopes and shining stars .

Hello "me" :)
I'm starting a new blog cause I got "tired" of the other one I used to have , but this one is also meant to be a "lonely one", I mean, where I write from myself to my ownself. Eventually the other only 4 friends that know I write may come here sometimes, but well, it's impossible not to be "found" sometimes .

One of these days I was thinking about self-searching .
Why do humans keep on an eternal searching for themselves ?
There's absolutly nothing to be found .
Do you really want to find who you are ?
I describe my inside as a dark sky full of purple hopes and shining stars , and these stars have a very bright light so then all may get blinded . You'll never see what's behind and beyond . These stars glows for minutes, days or years, and they rise and fall, as a doubt shows up or fades away. They come and go . All the time. Everytime . My heart is full of singing sins, big sized doubts and simple desires . That's what a forever-working-mind is about . And when it comes to the stars, all I can say is that they are compounded by feelings, dreams and air . Lots of fresh air and doubts .
I really hope no one ever finds me . I don't wanna be caught by my ownself either .
While I wonder about all the growing stars that fufills me, I know, I'm nothing but empty skyes . Young, ignorant, full of fears, and desparattely begging Mother Life, Sacred God, Alá or Shiva to give me a 90 years old lady's experience . Rewritting old ways, walking around in circles . Trying to erase the dead, long ago buried . Predicting the same next old mistake . Already missing what is yet to go away . 'Cause Time is the type of father that never will show you any mercy . And who wants to feel that cold northern blowing wind cutting every inside vein ? I don't really believe someone will ever wish to hear pain's annoucement by bleeding . There's should be better paths then .
So, please, you may touch me with your sweet rough hands, but never with your bitter tender eyes .