I would say that I haven;t posted any post so early. For your info, its currently 4.30am now where most of you in ur deep slumber having sweet dreams i hope, or at least, an empty mind. It beats better having a nightmare ya?
Everyday is just like a nightmare, not knowing what will happen next, emotions tingle just like leaves, you never know that it has fallen.
Anyway, I came across this sentence, or rather, word for thoughts. "Whats the value of a lifetime?"
Life has no value, at least for me. Tell me whats life? What is it for? Life is just sorrow. Plain sorrow.
If any fellow schoolmates remember the 2nd part, pls do inform me. In case your do get what's the 2nd part, its just the answer to the Qn given which i disagree totally.
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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