Writing....
I wonder today what to write about , We feel empty some times yet we feel the burden over our heads.....
I wonder my body and soul running in different directions...I am standing in the middle...
Life is like a train ride . . . we take the train we ride for a while. we get out of it for a while too. We get back on and ride some more. There are accidents also and there are delays. At certain stops there are surprises. Some of these will translate at moments of joy, some will result in profound sorrow.
Crying can't help me but crying let me meet me ......
We exist because we think......we think why we exist also ...
Watering the flower is easy.....keeping it beautiful for ever is a question...
Flowers don't care they are beautiful or not.......they like to makes others beautiful...
Nothing is immortal except God, God is closer to me then my nerves...
Trick is not to live forever, but to live it by your self...
Choices makes us what we are today...
Everything that glitter is not gold, some golds also don't glitter...
I can't write any more.................
I wonder my body and soul running in different directions...I am standing in the middle...
Life is like a train ride . . . we take the train we ride for a while. we get out of it for a while too. We get back on and ride some more. There are accidents also and there are delays. At certain stops there are surprises. Some of these will translate at moments of joy, some will result in profound sorrow.
Crying can't help me but crying let me meet me ......
We exist because we think......we think why we exist also ...
Watering the flower is easy.....keeping it beautiful for ever is a question...
Flowers don't care they are beautiful or not.......they like to makes others beautiful...
Nothing is immortal except God, God is closer to me then my nerves...
Trick is not to live forever, but to live it by your self...
Choices makes us what we are today...
Everything that glitter is not gold, some golds also don't glitter...
I can't write any more.................