There's more to life than living to die ; there's more to death  than dying from living. We die to live just so we can live, then die ? Or do we die to live just so we can die?

Remember waking up to the smell of mothers' breakfast on the table waiting to be eaten,  while she sang her childhood songs in the kitchen?

remember being super excited to meet your friends at school but rued the moment of your eyes locking with your class teacher?

remember the love letters we would send to the people we were infatuated with because we thought they were perfect , and the gossiping we used to do about other relationships?

Remember after school afternoons were we would stall the time to go home and extend procrastination hours from school work ?

Remember when thinking that everything in the future is just a dream that would never come,  but everyday was a step closer?  
I smile...because I remember
because I counted every minute I lived,  but never took time to count how many minutes I'm dying.

"That is wrong... wait no, that is right "
AGH! stop it society,  let me live life.
let me tell you the definition of society in my eyes
|sə'sāııti|adjective (pl.societies) a giant butcher that cuts freedom and imagination with a knife
To be part of it sometimes feels like you live a lie
and the only time you notice is when you die


Let us who are "different" rise and be the difference
change the mindset for our generation and our children.
because all change in the mindset ,starts within
let the rise of the Minority, begin...

With you.

I have always been told that good people always win,
but reality is painting an imagine which speaks the opposite.
The same way that people believe that all their beliefs will get them through pain,
The same way, but different beliefs gets them to the same page again.
why is it that all good comes to an end and evil continues to rise.
And why is it that we can't sympathise with the realisation?
Every day is a chance to help fight the battle between evil and good, but were do we as people stand?  
If earth is just a battlefield
where is our homeland ?

He quietly sits at night hoping to be noticed.
Knees on his chin and arms all folded.
He tries to sleep so that he may see the woman of his dreams , but soon realises that everything is never as it seems.
Her hair , her eyes , her smile.
All it took was one night.
Now he sees nothing of her; she was his only sight.
She told him to patiently wait, and kissed him with her eyes.
"I'll never wash it away" - says the boy who cries

My Aura
deep the heart of Pandora.
thick.
shimmering thoughts make me shiver.
Pandora.
my mind is occupied by irrelevant thoughts;
"What time do I need to wake up tomorrow?"
but I don't trust my own body
this is why I live in sorrow.
I created a machine called technology, this was meant to work for me but now... I follow?

I deny.
The fact that I push my freedom away because I'm too used to following.
I deny.
to follow the hypocrisy influenced by society when the minority is sober.