there is a time for everything under the sun.
a time to be born. a time to die. a time to rejoice. a time to mourn.
there is nothing new under the sun. all is meaningless and time is ticking away. my pride and my joy, my hopes and my fears.
my time is up when meaninglessness takes over. like a slow burning room, crash and burn. for i'll be better for it when it's over.
1 comment:
So? You're not writing anymore? What the? Just when I started reading you again?
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