I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.
The only fear that builds character, is the fear of God.
Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other’s skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.
The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?
Why when people are on their deathbed, they finally come to terms with life?
Money can’t buy love, but money can reprove one’s care, especially when there is little to give in its efforts to help.
I guess it’s better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.
All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.
Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.
I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.
The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.
Burning bridges behind you is understandable. It’s the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.
Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.
Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.
Sometimes it’s hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.
She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella’s claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn’t looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.
Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.
We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.
It takes time, or does time take it?
There’s not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else’s arms.