Those that cower in the presence of death are only conscious of the life they have not lived.
Those that live and lived; only smile and accept Death's hand.

We work for today, and for a better future.

But, when we become sixty and with no more future, what do we have left, exactly?

There's a setting sun in this troubled heart,
there's a pull from the depths of gravity,
set this black hole of space on fire;
and see how deep sadness can be.

I don't know what to write here ( Read more... )

Why is it that the most beautiful things in life, make me feel so sad?

The snow is falling and after receiving over 20 text messages this morning from a work conversation alluding to that we did not have to go into work. Which, would be great, if I could go back to sleep. Isn't it funny how when we can sleep in, we can't usually? Not that my car would have gotten anywhere right now ( Read more... )

I had a sort of strange, weird, cathartic moment when I realized one of the biggest things missing in my life, and it seems in general, is romance. True romance. The kind in movies and that you imagine in middle school, or even high school. Or maybe I just completely missed out on that as I did everything but my classes. Maybe it's something I have ( Read more... )

Along the way I've lost what I was,
Losing in what I've become.

I am back to where I was in October in 2008, how quickly three years pass. Moreso, I'm in a familiar place, but as time progresses the same thoughts or concepts are more fully understood -- I am more aware of myself ( Read more... )

I died that day ( Read more... )