I cannot die but have I lived; that is the query to the answer.
To stay, not to go that is the paradox.
Love is false but, then, so am I.
A lie is a truth, that is a matter of opinion.
I, blindly, see the riddle of the puzzle; 2 comments
It is the enigma rolled up into eternity
The birth of life is its end. that is the reason I cease to be. 2 comments
How may I thrive without the pain of happiness, the laughter of sadness. 1 comment
Look beyond the horizon to see the foreground.
Reach not for the heavens, stay grounded in a silent hell.
The tolling of chaos stills the silence of the whisper. 4 comments
My senses are, fully, active; this is the nonsense of the passive.
To commence, I must conclude; that is the argument of consent.
One who is to persevere, must quit. To drown is to breath. 5 comments
Feelings to be largely sharpened, must dull everything else.
Is not the Omega the Alpha reversed or vice versa.
How can something emerge if it has never waned.
Nothing is not the absence of something; only upside down inside out.
Who am I is am I who? 5 comments
A mere question or is it?