When we are limited by the inelasticity of time, we run to the past
When we are freed by the depth of life, we walk into the future
It's truly our understanding of life that decides where we live for, past or future.
it's a beautiful thing to know
you'll miss me when I'm gone
To this day, I pray to not know it again
To this moment, I wish to live it all over
If we were to live a life agian, read an old chapter afresh, pluck a different flower this time; we would pick a rose from the most memorable garden of life.
If we were to rewrite endings, take back spoken words, walk a different path; we would speak of the most tragic war and hand that rose of peace to the soldier inside.
To all those on ground battles and in house victories in life, let's pat the cat and drink a little; we know we put the best fight
When it's fire writing the story,
Papers are ought to get burnt.
If places were words, I would read them all day long and then some more at night. I would write them down beside one another to capture the best combinations.
If people were symphonies, I would listen to the music in them every morning. I would keep the best notes and cherish them for life.
If languages were colors, I would wear them with pride, all reds and yellows. I would paint my city in all shades.
A thousand steps
A hundred ripples
A leap of faith
A journey from "it's me to that's me"
You took the cloud from the sky
Where else will it belong?
I heard that new homes
Are not easy to be found.