things are as they would seem... at least that im ok on the outside... but in reality im just slowly awaiting the black wings of death to come bring me home.
many fear death and try to live forever, but to what reasons... still i cannot explain why its this way, but im willing to say that pain is just another way of your body telling you your alive.
still holding fast to my carefree attitude as always, lost some "love" from the one whom tamed me, becoming distant from the friends i had, and still trying to keep moving forward.
life is only one time... yet someone whom has gone through much suffering during this short time he had been here is still alive, and instead of wings of white purity, wings of darkness take the place of them.
love is hard to come by, you dont know what you have till its gone, and you dont know who you will be meeting later on.
although it seems that life is full of pain, many of us deal with it everyday, if not many then some, if not some, then us.
time is a river that always flows, some wish to go back up the river in time to change what has been done... but this is only a wish for them... nothing more.
droning on as i have, you might say im not feeling good, but on the contrary, i feel better now then i did when they where hurt, always hurt, never left alone, always with that pain in them.
mind of many, heart of gold, body of paper, easy to unfold.
