To love is to hate
To cry is to love
To feel is to see
Life is a choice for stability or chaos.
No bliss without chaos and no clarity in its absence.
To have peace or bliss; to trust extremity or focus on placidly.
Moments come, floating like smoke in reality. Passing before our eyes, intangible from the taint human touch.
You can shape people, mold their actions but that will only bring sickness to your life.
Love lies in people, the ones who burn bright.
Love life in their moments.
But forever remember they are just smoke, only floating by, an enjoyable facade in the passing of time; but which cannot be captured in your hands, and will flee from your touch.
Focus on your own light.
Your flame glows when others flicker.
Don’t let others get to close your fire neither be drawn too close to theirs. For your flame is unrelenting, it does not ebb or flicker and its constant light will burn those who stand close for too long.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
To love is to hate
To cry is to love
To feel is to see
Life is a choice for stability or chaos.
No bliss without chaos and no clarity in its absence.
To have peace or bliss; to trust extremity or focus on placidly.
Moments come, floating like smoke in reality. Passing before our eyes, intangible from the taint human touch.
You can shape people, mold their actions but that will only bring sickness to your life.
Love lies in people, the ones who burn bright.
Love life in their moments.
But forever remember they are just smoke, only floating by, an enjoyable facade in the passing of time; but which cannot be captured in your hands, and will flee from your touch.
Focus on your own light.
Your flame glows when others flicker.
Don’t let others get to close your fire neither be drawn too close to theirs. For your flame is unrelenting, it does not ebb or flicker and its constant light will burn those who stand close for too long.
