Life Goes On. Writing About Life.
My disturbing Thoughts Should I call it off? Should I retreat and apologize for my behavior? Should I shut myself up? Been busy with my disturbing thoughts. Never imagined it will be a long day.
By SD Siloneabout a year ago in Poets
I thought of quitting. Yes, I thought of quitting on myself, As I am lost in the Net. Where to move and what to do and How? Why does it hurts so much? Can I find the tranquilizer?
In quiet woods where shadows creep, Beneath the boughs, in the silence deep, The wind hums soft, a gentle tune, While leaves fall slow beneath the moon.
Wish I know how to wishes Should have wished better days Seeing you through the broken view Imagined myself wishing you.
“The very moment you leave your assigned body, that's the end of the character or role you've been playing.” Yes, just like in movies, this so-called reality seems to have no difference. Many people I've been in touch with are so afraid of the word “death.” They just shush me and chant some holy names whenever this word comes out of my mouth. But unknowingly, I don’t know why I’m so into this; I want to deeply see what's hidden beyond this and that. I might get hurt, but who cares?
By SD Siloneabout a year ago in Journal
Silence! Silence! Silence! I'm so addicted to silence. But why can't I silence this annoying conversation inside my head, Which make me so damn frustrated.
Love your passion, love your life, Love your journey, love to time, But what passion really is? What is life ? What is your Meaning of living? After giving all the possible energy, you have to leave everything behind, is it worth it?
