The world spins in a lightning-fast speed, and that just simply made one second a little not enough for everything to encounter.
Smoke screen of lies are set everywhere, all can't be seen nor can't be sensed. A single word can change the meaning of a whole paragraph, so, who will exactly understand the story behind? Humans are sensible beings and their feelings are the very essence of their own. Heavenly, purgatory, enchanting or traumatic. We should have them all written down, right before fate can push us out of this world.
The negativity devours the positivity, one by one, making our lives full of petrifying danger and treachery. Demons enjoy reading people's diaries and leave them lying to the universe, just to attack them from their victims' hearts, cheap tricks, lousy traps. I will still say that the surrounding atmosphere is a tough cry, 'cuz no one is there to influence me the good things when someone is there to influence me the bad stuff.
But having a life so much more enviable than the men on the streets in all possible ways, why sigh then? Nothing beats you, not poverty; not illness; not boredom. Perhaps, the only thing that holds the ability to pull you down to the dead-end of despair, is mortality. Death. I comes in various forms with the presence of any opportunity, so swift, even much faster than the wind and passionate as the satanic sin.
Life and death, the thin tiny gap between them is only an undeniably hazardous, fragile line. A mistaken footstep will lead to the end of your breathing era. But since life has given you plenty of wonderful things that are way beyond enthralling than the most bewildered dream you have ever had, why is there the existence of excuses when everything finally comes to an end?
By,
Euan Thum.
Smoke screen of lies are set everywhere, all can't be seen nor can't be sensed. A single word can change the meaning of a whole paragraph, so, who will exactly understand the story behind? Humans are sensible beings and their feelings are the very essence of their own. Heavenly, purgatory, enchanting or traumatic. We should have them all written down, right before fate can push us out of this world.
The negativity devours the positivity, one by one, making our lives full of petrifying danger and treachery. Demons enjoy reading people's diaries and leave them lying to the universe, just to attack them from their victims' hearts, cheap tricks, lousy traps. I will still say that the surrounding atmosphere is a tough cry, 'cuz no one is there to influence me the good things when someone is there to influence me the bad stuff.
But having a life so much more enviable than the men on the streets in all possible ways, why sigh then? Nothing beats you, not poverty; not illness; not boredom. Perhaps, the only thing that holds the ability to pull you down to the dead-end of despair, is mortality. Death. I comes in various forms with the presence of any opportunity, so swift, even much faster than the wind and passionate as the satanic sin.
Life and death, the thin tiny gap between them is only an undeniably hazardous, fragile line. A mistaken footstep will lead to the end of your breathing era. But since life has given you plenty of wonderful things that are way beyond enthralling than the most bewildered dream you have ever had, why is there the existence of excuses when everything finally comes to an end?
By,
Euan Thum.
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