When I die my life will be written in my heart.
A reason. A void. A meaning.
But exactly, if a man does his best, what else is there?
When I die my life will be written in my heart.
When I die my life will be written in my heart.
A reason. A void. A meaning.
But exactly, if a man does his best, what else is there?
When I die my life will be written in my heart.
I dont want to this anymore.
Not anymore, I have to do this somemore!
Inadequacy
Desire
Passion
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” Anatole France
I am what I write, if come a day, writing doesn’t tell me who I am. I will stop… That is almost like now.
Home on a Saturday night, can’t help but feeling a little more recumbent than before, procrastination possible for all the wrong excuses, or more commonly associated with, reasons? I have too many too many … damn. I knew I should stop.
“When you trust someone, you empower that someone to hurt you”
should we trust or should we not?
I think I don’t have the ability to write anymore.