It is not the presence of despair that ails you, but the absence of hope.
~ Saim Cheeda
How do we perceive what’s important in life, from what we once thought to what we think now, how does it change?
Where there is darkness, there once was light.
I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.
Whatever may happen, the memories of then will always remain, ever so sweetly with me, nothing to tarnish it. Not even the ugliness of reality.
It doesn’t take long for your fortunes to turn. One second you’re fluttery as a bird, the next you’re on the ground with your wings clipped.
Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present.
You could climb to the top of the world and jump into the deepest of ravines, but if you don’t have someone to share it with you’ll always be looking back.
I will erase this world of yours with such magnificence of my presence that your vision will remain no more, your eyes fading to darkness and your soul barren before me, in my grasp that I shall corrupt to a slave of mine.
Every time my stupor turns into vibrancy, standing around is not an option.
If you list down whatever you didn’t get to do, then whatever you did won’t feel like it mattered.
Still we remain, still we fight. Still we strive, still we survive.
Those eyes so ecstatic with the gleam of new life, the wide laugh that no doubt uses up so much of the breath contained in those tiny lungs.
