the decision is always ours
The birth of Christ
the rebirth of our hope
the rebirth of our endurance
the rebirth of a peacefull world
if only
atleast we do as
He told us to do
A merry Christmas to all of us
Alive.
Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
Death will find me dead.
Fear is long gone.
A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.
You are a blossoming soul
Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.
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We have been given this one life, what much can we do with it apart from living as our hearts crave.
We have been given this one life and sadly you can’t live it all within the game of risking yet, confusingly those who risk it at most get out totall liberated.
@lifepath25
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Love can be mastered. Days as they surpass each other love can grow where it never was. Though, the art of loving yourself is surely a hard seed to plant, grow or finally harvest.
Be sincere, man. Where is it unreachable? Where?
If you love that destination, no place is unreachable. Because love— love is the fuel that takes us to distant lands we dream of, but have no map for.
Love, only love, man. Nothing else. Nothing much.
After all, writing isn’t the whole damn world. Fuck this writer’s block.
I’ll walk around, watch Béla Tarr or Andrei. I’ll call Joyce she never runs out of words.
Or I’ll sleep it off, because I refuse to let a blank page make me consider the unthinkable.