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We live our lives working to meet ends meet, to make rich people richer, to feed our family... then we die, not remembering how we spent our lives.
I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a man made world.
The pain, darkness, and death surround me as I fall, fall through my dark hole.
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
Sobriety while facing my own darkness only makes me a proxy of hate; automatic with revenge and void of any other emotion. Drunkenness lets me freely laugh with it as we joke about the insanity I lazily recount in my head. This is the only time I can truly call a monster my friend.
Every step you take towards the light, casts a bigger shadow behind you, but be weary, when you get to close to the light, it shall burn you.
They say we only fear fear itself,
but what of death and sickness,
so easy for humans to die,
and yet how we survive it all is a miracle to me.
“The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts tonight”
There is not enough light in the entire world to light up even the smallest corner