Life is a big puzzle; put all your pieces together while you still have the opportunity to do so. Or regret it forever.
It's never too early or too late to be someone of worth or to do something about your life. As long as you're alive, it's time.
I love death because life hates me.
You never know these days. Uninvited guests may force you to take an unplanned trip to an unknown destination; doesn’t hurt to be in your Sunday clothes.
I am feeling disgusted with myself and having a heavy heart. That I didn’t get time to share other people’s work, talent, skills, business on my social platform to support them, but the only time I share something regarding them is R.I.P and message of condolences to their family and loved ones.
Sweet death as like sleep, when it calls for a journey on its elated wings of oblivion;an oft and quiet,an escape from these worlds;that convey a harmless comfort with its concord dreams aloft.
Dying is like the ocean, sometimes the tide comes in gently with soft, delicate waves quietly working in the background. Other days, the waves violently crash into explosions, demanding to be noticed but regardless of how it chooses to do its job, the tide will always come in.
RED Here’s the red The red of love The fire that burns Within my soul The reddest red I’ve ever known The flame untouched Ignited coal Here’s the red The red of pain That stinging pain No one must know The deepest red I’ve ever felt The emptiness The mourning soul Here’s the red The red I knew That exalted fire That once ignited you The reddest red I ever knew… The deepest red I ever knew…