To a bird flying high in the sky and lost its feathers to the sun, the world doesn't stop moving and rust without you? Wherein do you find the audacity to say such things? Are we all truly important? Have you watched The Time Machine? Does changing the past actually change the present? And if we die, what is affected? The insignificance of humans, us is so stark, that I cannot believe that we would actually delude ourselves into thinking we are higher mammals and we matter, and the life of each human counts.

Run
I just want run,
Keep on running,
Down the endless road,
I don't care where it leads,
I don't care where it ends,
I just want to run,
Away from it all.

The hedgehog dilemma, is when you get closer to a person, you hurt each other. Are humans that fragile to be hurt again and again? Or is it strength that lets you get up, only to be hurt again?

Sad
Do you know,
How I feel when I see you crying?
Your silent suffrance,
Your tears you refuse to show,
Your pain you would not share.
A part of me,
Dies with you,
When would you let me,
Into your heart?

Too much thought is dangerous, as is too little thought. Perhaps I should take a step back from life and stop thinking. Thoughts plague me. There is no inner peace or silence. Sometimes I just wished to be left alone, then I realise I am truly alone. How great it would be to be truly understood by someone. Your actions, words and screams for help. In that light I wrote this.

The corner,
Sits a lone figure,
Embraced by cold shadows,
His head bent low,
Left knee clutched to his chest,
Breathing slow, shallow, rhythmic,
Eyes closed, it doesn't matter,
His world stays black,
Slow music plays in his ears,
Only with his thoughts for company,
But even that is more than,
Enough.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a monastry. He was an orphan, and was taken care of by the monks in the monastry. This boy was rather sad because he had no one to play with. The monks taught him that fun was merely an illusion, and that happiness is only temporary. However, one day, he found a puppy. He was very happy, and always played with the puppy. The monks let him play with the puppy because they knew that one day, something would happen and that the boy would be sad again. So they reminded him, "Happiness is only temporary." Days went by and the boy lived happily with the puppy, however one day, something did happen. The puppy ran away, and the boy looked high and low for his companion, but couldn't find him. The boy felt very sad, and sat down at the monastry steps, thinking of his friend. The eldest of the monks came up and said to him, "Happiness is only temporary." The young little boy just looked back up at the monk and said, "Yes, but sadness is temporary too."

Skies of grey,
Chasm of bleakness,
I wonder,
If I spread my wings to fly,
Would my feathers wither,
And would I die,
From the fall,
Or failure.
Is the spirit shining?

Friends. They come, but do they truly go?
Goodbyes. I say, I choke.
Tears. Flowing, drying.
If parting is such sweet sorrow,
Would I see you again?

We are building a religion,
We are building it bigger,
We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes,
We are building a religion, a limited edition,
We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains.

Cake - Comfort Eagle

Sitting at the edge of a 26-storey building, I look down and see my feet standing above nothingness for hundreds of feet. The wind blows into my back, urging me to take that plunge downwards. I feel the sun on my shoulders, like hands pushing me. The people below gather around below, and I could feel the chant rising up to me, "Jump, jump, jump..."

I look down. "David, I told you I'll see you at the bottom. It didn't matter who went first, did it?"

And I turned around and headed towards the lift.

Pain, pain makes me feel I am alive.
Somehow.
Thoughts in Chaos. Pain.

What can you buy for a dying man?

What can you buy for a dying man?
An ebony coffin as his eternal bed,
A soft silk pillow to rest his weary head,
A cemetary plot he shall have,
White jasmines to decorate his grave,
Do we only treat someone nice when we no longer can?

Suteki Dane

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