I have not been writing. Been busy with nothing. Just not blogging. I did a obituary pic for myself. It was because the ones in the wakes are ugly. I want something that represents me, my style for all to see. The black is solemn, the white roses are demure. Was death scary? The process maybe. But once, one get use to it, death is nothing. It is a release, it is freedom for me. What is death to you?
I read her blog, Finally she is writing. The wait is worth it. I knew she will do it. A writer will always be. The things I use to do with him, she is doing with him. So pathetic. how pathetic. She is now my representative. She is in my clothes, she is my shadow. Let me wait and see. The day is approaching. In the mean time, I live a better life, surpassing those senseless I love you, you love me.
The shit hole you are in, smells worst than ever and will be the place for you forever.
1 comment:
What you wrote make sense :) According to the Buddhist view, life is eternal. So death is not so much of a cessation of an existence, but rather a beginning of a new one. So is Karma. Those who done wrong and caused sufferings to others will never escape from the 'Karma' of their own action.
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