Sometimes the wisdom of the elderly is equivalent to that of a child.
I preach darkness. I don’t inspire hope—only shadows. It’s up to you to find the light in my words.
The one who never repents shall be the one who never sleeps.
You are still thinking like a child, talking about friendship and crap. You’ll regret it when you see one of them die in front of you.
Be strong, little one. There’s a reason you are here. Like anyone with a dream, you have a purpose, big or small. Never lose hope that your glowing star will one day join the sky of winners. Never–stop believing.
Yup! I’ll live stupid! Because I know what I do, and what we as a species do will one day come together and make a difference. We matter!
It’s a pity. I don’t know who he is to you… But you are disgusting. To claim you fight for his honor, when all you do is bring shame to his name.
People think “monsters” are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell…
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of color. I still remember the smile that unnoticeably took my face as I inched for another touch.
I know how you feel. But people can’t surpass their true design. Our talents, our gifts. All programmed into us from the start. I know this because since birth… I was made to destroy.
It’s nice when you can ride the inspirational wave, but as a writer, you’ll also find how fast you can lose that wave. You must persevere.
Maybe in death you’ll understand that love, and all other needs take a backseat when the one thing you want, stands against all that you swear to protect.