Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the crimson bloom
Fades from your lips,
Before the tides of passion
Cool within you,
For there is no such thing
As tomorrow, after all.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before his hands
Take up his boat,
Before the flush of
His cheeks fades,
For there is not a person
Who comes hither.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the boat drifts away
On the waves,
Before the hand resting on your shoulder
Becomes frail,
For there is no reach here
For the sight of others.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the raven tresses
Begin to fade,
Before the flame in your hearts
Flicker and die,
For today, once passed,
Is never to come again.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the crimson bloom
Fades from your lips,
Before the tides of passion
Cool within you,
For there is no such thing
As tomorrow, after all.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before his hands
Take up his boat,
Before the flush of
His cheeks fades,
For there is not a person
Who comes hither.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the boat drifts away
On the waves,
Before the hand resting on your shoulder
Becomes frail,
For there is no reach here
For the sight of others.
Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the raven tresses
Begin to fade,
Before the flame in your hearts
Flicker and die,
For today, once passed,
Is never to come again.
You will be shocked, when you discover how it is in life, to part ways with people forever.
That's why when you find someone, you want to keep around you do something about it.
That's why when you find someone, you want to keep around you do something about it.
If you want to live a nice, quite, peaceful life, you picked the wrong time to get born.
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I walked on empty streets,
here upon the lifeless spirits.
There they come.
There they go.
Who am I to tell them no?
Speaking in a way that none believe.
My body is warm.
My soul is gone.
My spirit is lost.
What has been changed?
For as long as I recall?
I went in lifeless times.
Is it my fate to witness
such a haunting thing?
Authenticness.
Humans are extinct.
And glooms are living.
A screaming reminder.
Here they go
with glowing rectangles in hand.
They search.
They blow.
They spill their life
in 1010100.
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a silent word beneath the noise.
What is the time?
I can't tell.
For what matters?
A glowing rectangle.
I shall not hold.
Where am I?
Can't you tell?
I walked on empty streets,
here upon the lifeless spirits.
There they come.
There they go.
Who am I to tell them no?
Speaking in a way that none believe.
My body is warm.
My soul is gone.
My spirit is lost.
What has been changed?
For as long as I recall?
I went in lifeless times.
Is it my fate to witness
such a haunting thing?
Authenticness.
Humans are extinct.
And glooms are living.
A screaming reminder.
Here they go
with glowing rectangles in hand.
They search.
They blow.
They spill their life
in 1010100.
01010011 01001100 01000001 01010110 01000101
a silent word beneath the noise.
What is the time?
I can't tell.
For what matters?
A glowing rectangle.
I shall not hold.
Where am I?
Can't you tell?
I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was virtue.
Echoes beneath the willow.
Shut down your eyes,
and ease away
With this tension of what must be.
Throw away the idea,
The thought of tomorrow
Inhale that peaceful breeze,
From the willow tree.
Put on a nostalgic song,
Paddle in the river of possibilities,
Of what if?
Fall back,
And awaken,
What has once died.
Look at the glomming moon,
Here with us
In this late night.
Remember
How the hands feel
In your hands
And those little eyes,
Promising
That tomorrow will be forever.
And recall
That beautiful promise,
If she does,
You shall too.
And how your eyes
Were tearing
Love
Away.
Shut down your eyes,
and ease away
With this tension of what must be.
Throw away the idea,
The thought of tomorrow
Inhale that peaceful breeze,
From the willow tree.
Put on a nostalgic song,
Paddle in the river of possibilities,
Of what if?
Fall back,
And awaken,
What has once died.
Look at the glomming moon,
Here with us
In this late night.
Remember
How the hands feel
In your hands
And those little eyes,
Promising
That tomorrow will be forever.
And recall
That beautiful promise,
If she does,
You shall too.
And how your eyes
Were tearing
Love
Away.
Is life about finding yourself or
is it about creating yourself?
is it about creating yourself?
To hell with the world's plans
today I choose to live.
today I choose to live.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for moving on,
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
And I'm bound for moving on,
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
I'll always love the idea that I may inspire one of you to write about me,
I'd love to be a part of each one reading my words here, Some things arrive without noise
an aroma, a sentence, a hush that lingers.
Not meant to be comprehended by many,
yet to be misread by most
and felt by only those who can carry the breeze of the willow tree in this robotic life.
I'd love to be a part of each one reading my words here, Some things arrive without noise
an aroma, a sentence, a hush that lingers.
Not meant to be comprehended by many,
yet to be misread by most
and felt by only those who can carry the breeze of the willow tree in this robotic life.
This place continues to deteriorate.
But the less they know about that, the better
But the less they know about that, the better
The ultimate melancholic experience is
the experience of a loss of desire itself.
the experience of a loss of desire itself.
That's it, I guess. Just go on living,
whether you feel like it or not.
- Anton Chekhov.
whether you feel like it or not.
- Anton Chekhov.