They were dying and living and dying and living.
Tag Archives: living
city in the stars
it is quiet. here, by myself. it is peace.
dreams renew themselves every season.
sixteen, almost seventeen
alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
palace of dreams
a palace of old dreams crumbles like even the most detailed daydreams.
the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.
rushing along the highway of life
our lives pass by quick,cars speeding along high ways,a blink of an eye flash of bright lightning,we finds ourselves behind veils,surrounded by earth but we are blindedby riches and golden greedcount money by days we flip through pagesof finance and novels quicktime will never stop but we flip too quickand lose the meaning of lifeinContinue reading “rushing along the highway of life”
This may be one of the least morbid things that I have ever said. I’m quite proud of that, actually. It’s just hit me that we are getting old. We’re getting old, our limbs are growing weaker, our hair grows lighter as each day passes, and our faces gain wrinkles. Life lines our limbs. TheContinue reading “living loudly”
prelude to living
my hair is bound by rubber bands.my hands are shackled by handcuffs.my feet are chained by metal rings.but my smile still glows,and my laugh still burns,and my soul is still freeand i am still alive.
What does it mean to live?
breathing.in outin out. eatingdrinking. d a n c i n g. laughing,laughing until tears form,laughing until you can’t breathe,laughing, laughing, laughing. looking at the sunset,revelling in the dance of colors,smiling at your friends’ antics. PRANKS! Enjoying,hugging,kissing,crying,yelling… walking across the colors of the rainbowsand the overwhelming emotions,across green jealousy and blue peaceand gray sadness and brightContinue reading “What does it mean to live?”