If walls could talk they would be a point of reference to recount the true story of every human tragedy and joy. If walls could talk, they would show more sympathy and understanding because they can listen for a lifetime without leaving.
Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones.
Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
I was desperate to get out of the dark So, I spent my last dime on that bulb. It hurt being abused, making me pay more because of a need to have hope.
Sometimes, the hardest part of being a parent is reminding kids that we love them but we don’t like what we see. Sometimes, our disappointment in them can be depressing. Like young adults, parents can go into depression from being misunderstood and mistook as for granted.
You can run around chasing your pen or have your pen chase your thoughts but never forget nobody can help you command your pen or wield it the way you do.
Catastrophe is my duration disseminating destruction. Confusion is my interval factoring mistakes’ integral.
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Humans are cruel but nature is kind. A rose that was growing nearby, heard her wish and felt brokenhearted when she saw her smother her cries in her hands.
We look up the sky see it high from where we stoodbut we live and die under that sky trying to be understood.We are prisoners of our own device barred behind shouldforgetting that how to live resides in I did the best I could.