How many times did you conquer the same enemy? Did you trash the same thought?
Did you open the same wound? How many times did you prevail against the enemy within?
How many times did you conquer the same enemy? Did you trash the same thought?
Did you open the same wound? How many times did you prevail against the enemy within?
Imagine your journey without the language, without the fascinating friction between abstract concepts, without the seducing tension of shaping context and forming sense. You can’t. You’re bound to meaning.
When the feelings grow and the logic fails, I know I am not there because I am here.
There’s no time left to think of our true purpose, our true meaning in life. Everyone is walking the road carrying his own weight.
All the words flow into your mind; mouth is the drainage channel to keep you sane.
You may not forget your memories, but the memories will forget you.
We are puppets in life until the puppeteer cuts the strings. Can you see the strings? Who is the puppeteer?