Dear fruit fly

I understand you, you freakin fly, I can’t believe that I’m me and you’re a speck of dust in air but somehow I’m moved by you and when one is moved, they understand the pain that one is going through, and it’s called love never mind who… what you are what matters is this process

Whatever he is

My lover’s so far away again flashing through a bike ride down lonely lanes, streets, shrubs, paths… The clouds are heavy, and the skies are bleak again I can feel each cell thrive and shrivel in my body I just want to be naked and sprawl on the great green grass; get kissed by the

Pain and love

You believe in pain and love But I don’t believe in pain and love I walk a billion miles down the desert road, bare feet cracked with the hard tar And bogging through the sand, dying with the sweat Sucking out of me like vacuum Left with skin that shrivels and rusts under the sun

Silently dying

Walking zombie Silently dying Watching you decay As you live your life; A star, where ever you are A mystic of the sea A creature from dreams I shred in the fire As you shine bright Pretending While you silently die Forever souls we are Somewhere high and far

What’s worse?

Death

There are numerous people who believe that death will end their miseries. Here’s a quote that points out an alternative perspective: “Don’t depend on death to liberate you from your imperfections. You are exactly the same after death as you were before. Nothing changes; you only give up the body. If you are a thief or a liar before death,