The sad day is…

The day I will dream. I will dream of sores and wounds. I will see as a vision; a night with no morning. I will sing and dance in worship, the star twilight. I will smear shame and pain in the minds of the bad. I will imagine no sun or moon in the sky, only light shinning through the darkness. I will wash out their minds and leave, only a blank page of sorrow and gloom. I will smile and laugh in joy, and leave wrinkles on my dimpled chicks. This is fine, I will say. I will continue if nature allows, cutting into strips life and soul. I will dream yet wake up to live.

When the pain entered, it never left

When the pain entered, it never left

what i love about life

What I love about life is that it gives you options. Either you take or you leave. You abide by its rules or you simply don’t. Now if you

In the making of the nut

In the making of the nut

want to shred my heart then go right ahead. Life doesn’t award anything to any one but only people have the power to award other people something. This is an exclusive write, probably one of my firsts.  Now let’s think about the load that’s put in our minds everyday, and the pain that’s hammered harshly in our hearts. Are you damaged yet? Probably not. Probably you don’t feel any pain through the bitter cries of the soulless children of the world. Simple task has been handed over to the world. But not a single hand has come forth to rescue these souls. Oh! No don’t get me wrong. A lot of them have tried with no progress. What a shame!

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