Easel

Sadness pain bitter and grief…everything is keeping us from thinking straight anymore…everything is making us unconciously drawing an invisible limit to ourself. No more smile…no more laughter… all tears and angers…why need we become like this…Pessimism just bring about more pessimism.

Each time I realise this I will try to let go…cut all the strings that attaching me so tightly to the daily “life” which actually has no life at all.

Is it true that if I know how to die I will know how to live. If everyday is my last day…I might live a better life. If I just love as if I will be apart the next day…if I know that life is so short.

I always wanted to write a song…a love song that I will sing to someone I really love one day…when will I write it? Today? Tomorrow? or maybe just in my dreams…