Sadness consumes me for no apparent reason but to promise of the future.
I can’t save you. The beautiful flower shines in the bright light for only so long. Its reign must end as the days light will end. And at the end it was still beautiful.
Does the clam know it is alive? If not, is it alive? Is death a loss of consciousness? I really don’t know
When does the world start falling apart? Any day now.
I think I am unaccustomed to the enjoying the expression of emotion. For example, it is unusual for me to express myself through shouting and chanting during sports matches, nor to experience joy while doing it. I don’t think I’m used to feeling anger when I shout either, possibly because I don’t shout when I’m …
In my thoughts I see distant lands, dry sands and an endless expanse. Empty skies and quiet nights, my unfamiliar romance. I feel the warmth beneath my feet, the dry air and the abundant heat. the final place I meet Let me know of peace and happiness help me forget the rest
I’m not dead yet. Spinning crystals sing in the wind and the leaves gather in groups like friends on the playground. It is quiet, almost forgotten. Is it so difficult to die? When I am so high up in the sky? I’ve been here before; lining the edge; so pure yes and no seems here. …
These features in my life do not help me but distract me. Why am I so foolish to not know what they’re are distracting me from?
I don’t know. Perhaps my life is falling apart now. Is this the cost of living? Being alive? Do I feel the inevitable upon me yet? I do. Like a sorcerer, I can see the future….my future: Perhaps my life will decline with much haste so that I do not endure it too long. Perhaps …
I am a derived version of my mother and father, a true extension of them. I am for all intents and purposes, a continuation of their legacy. I am my mother and my father. To be and to live, is to represent them, the best versions of them. How lucky a price must be to …