Now move, mate !, what has happened has happened to a twillion of them then and it will happen to a zillion of them in time to come.
Read the lines and if you love all the words making up the sentences, know you have no escape. Read the lines, yourself. Avoid interpreters, historians too will do you no good for they are clung to the past and love has always survived in the present.
the decision is always ours
But it’s been hard to let them know that all I need now is not Lethargy, or Trazodone, or Sertraline.
I need a heart that can beat when mine is trembling, a face that can smile when mine is sad-locked, and a person who can accept that I am in a dangerous mood.
The heart goes cold.
The heart grows old.
The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous.
The heart loses it all in the end.
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Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.
So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.
The kids want to be writers and painters, but by 22, as they pass car dealerships, watch movies with perfect, slim women, and step over men picking up scrap metal just to buy a cup of coffee, things change.
All they want now is to survive, to sit in cars with models from the movies they watched last night .
They choose that kind of win and it's understandable.
War has come. Where is my artillery? We have failed, drastically, to reach a truce with life. So now, let the war begin. I am not afraid.
How I love the beer company ads of non drinkers. They fully mirror the kind of world we are in, how it fucks us up and then advertises itself as a better place to live in.
Am not hopeless, yes, but am remained with a hope that can sustain me only and nobody else. Am not even right to be near to for am a time bomb ticking and i don’t want to burst with anybody.