Sunday, January 11, 2009

stOp And Breath!

you've been in that dark place for so long,
trapped by the horror and fears that surrounds you
you don't have no choice but to feel numb
yes, numb but your cone of emotions still throbs unceasingly.

one, of your great days of temperament faded
and you've been left in mid-air ready to be fallen
fallen into pieces that can't be mended and pasted together
can't be mended and can't be healed!

your soul wandered into open spaces of hell
you can't trace back your steps
back to the place where you always find peace
peace in white and lights, could it be heaven?


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''''''''''life.....

Life... is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.

there's a reason always.....

everything happens for a reason
sometimes things fall apart
so other things can fall together
but in the end whatever meant to be
will always find it ways....always