No matter what humans do, death always comes.
I think that death is more interesting. It always comes. It never cheats, and it's pretty creative too. It always makes a scene, and always just plays with lifetime achievements, turning them to a pile of ash during the playing process.
How can one rests, knowing that death is coming? it seems like an apathy that ranks up to the level of utter disregard. We lie to our children since day 1, we advice seek and order them to ignore the fact. We teach them that the stalker -death- is not there. Imagine a group that teaches its kids to ignore the sun.
Most humans live a lie. Living is actually a state that is being chopped by the creepy stalker, someday it has to fall. Nobody talks about the fall. Actually there are some who do, but they are outcast; hated, despised.
Just like the leafs after autumn, we go yellow. Then fall, we call the fall "death". The stalker collects.
Now that's a sign. That's a truth.
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No matter what humans do, love always comes.
Don't mistake love for romance. Love can include small things to big things; food, work, tobacco,alcohol,a guitar solo, a musical note, her, she, a ghost you can't see.
Love sometimes clouds the vision line, thus, the stalker cannot be seen. The stalker that is death.
Sometimes death hijacks love, so we live years and years in the cloud, to just vanish and we see the terrible face; killing us and turning us into a story.
Love is the antidote of death that teaches us to drink and eat, we can never live without love.
Everybody loves to sleep with a full stomach. Everybody loves to breath fresh air. Everybody loves.
Love is life. But what if life, is decorated by a death?
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I think that death is more interesting. It always comes. It never cheats, and it's pretty creative too. It always makes a scene, and always just plays with lifetime achievements, turning them to a pile of ash during the playing process.
How can one rests, knowing that death is coming? it seems like an apathy that ranks up to the level of utter disregard. We lie to our children since day 1, we advice seek and order them to ignore the fact. We teach them that the stalker -death- is not there. Imagine a group that teaches its kids to ignore the sun.
Most humans live a lie. Living is actually a state that is being chopped by the creepy stalker, someday it has to fall. Nobody talks about the fall. Actually there are some who do, but they are outcast; hated, despised.
Just like the leafs after autumn, we go yellow. Then fall, we call the fall "death". The stalker collects.
Now that's a sign. That's a truth.
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No matter what humans do, love always comes.
Don't mistake love for romance. Love can include small things to big things; food, work, tobacco,alcohol,a guitar solo, a musical note, her, she, a ghost you can't see.
Love sometimes clouds the vision line, thus, the stalker cannot be seen. The stalker that is death.
Sometimes death hijacks love, so we live years and years in the cloud, to just vanish and we see the terrible face; killing us and turning us into a story.
Love is the antidote of death that teaches us to drink and eat, we can never live without love.
Everybody loves to sleep with a full stomach. Everybody loves to breath fresh air. Everybody loves.
Love is life. But what if life, is decorated by a death?
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