Neglect leads to agression.

I am not a piece of rotting flesh

  -an undecaying attitude.

There is no night without darkness.

When emotions that needed to be
alive mixed with lifeless promise­s, 
the result was a massive let down.

For the broken hearts, the broken clock continued to tick.

The agony of those who refused to accept death in a futile conflict lingered in their ashes, which grew heavier with time as the pain became more acute as more ashes piled up.

The eyes and tears were blind to the sorrow of the heart.

The immense expanse of silence was unaffected by a few chirps from a little nest of heckling chicks.

The day,strangely, seemed exhausted to begin the proceedings because humanity, inebriated with delusional hatred, was not awake to greet it.

The lonely soul's final gasp signalled the end of all hostilities on the battlefield, where the dead antagonists' faces bore the same expression.

When the birds stopped singing, a gentle breeze blew a whistle of love for human souls.

The last days of our lives reveal more about our lives than the rest.

Thy being loved by too many people at once is high, as is thy being abandoned by everyone at once.

If you can, chase away your dreams because they are as worthless as the stars stuck in the sky.

Salt water surrounds the planet, with a dash of sweet water thrown in for good measure. Similarly, melancholy pervades existence, with happiness occurring only on rare occasions.

In the same way that the dark night sky is neglected in favour of the bright moon on a full moon day, human society ignores facilitators in favour of performers.

The sparkling tears of joy spilling from your eyes-

a reservoir of boiling golden emotions-

priceless.

Beauty, rather than implying divinity, reveals divinity.

There is always the option of compromise when there is a disagreement.

When pain smiled tears simply dried up.

I'm not sure why only your memories grew heavier with each passing day.

The smile you offered me as a parting gift is still growing wider and wider in my heart.

When you left, I was okay. 
But I didn't realise you'd made me 
r­ipe for another...

Most great spells will be broken by mediocre incidents.

Why be resentful of your forefathers, who have long since passed away? Rejoice in the company of those who have gathered around you,now.

When you fight with defeat repeatedly, it will concede victory eventually.

Let me forget all the pain to make this life my own.
Let letting go of pain become the pleasure of my life.

I can't seem to discover half of the missing piece in my life of travel and storytelling.

Dotted stars on the blue canvas-

the embroidered robes of a Supreme Lord.

Static space.
Everything appears painted.
Calculations of the human mind superfluous.
That begs the question:
why is there such a vast space 
for the tiny human brain to explore?

When we blinked together
We missed each other.

Dogs are being treated,

but dog owners are not.

The bombs that didn't explode on the battlefield weren't malfunctioning, but their inert consciousness saw that destructive power alone couldn't bring peace to ignorant humans.


Let us ***** a memorial to unexploded war bombs.

A future conflict's battle tapestry is ready. Surprisingly, rather than depicting badly mangled bodies of fallen soldiers, it depicts the high value that people at the time placed on conquests that resulted in territory gains for the victor at the cost of large human lives.

The mind trapped in an illusion drifts out of control in the opposite direction of reality, like a dry leaf in a storm.

In my mind, Dad's memory and the camera he gave me as a child have merged into a beautiful picture.

Not in modern news sources, but in mythical writings, wars make for interesting reading

Keep a mythological expression on your face if you want to present a noble lineage to the people.

While I wait for your smile to blossom into a flower so I can pluck it from your face and place it on mine, it has remained a bud.

On the same cot, peace and silence share a slumber.

In the morning, the man on whom I had hurled stones in my dream thanked me for saving his dog in his dream.

Where have all the individuals who used to love my immature act vanished?
I pity that fate had no intention of keeping them up until I regained my childhood innocence.

Unusual behaviour foreshadows unusual events.

Something good is bound to happen.

Wait...

We split up despite the fact that there were no actual conflicts between us. We believed that friendship needed some conflicts to survive.

Those who love you on the inside will come back.

I don't know whether the world began or ended; all I know is that my beginning and end are in your consciousness.

Am I being used as a conduit for others' thoughts?
Am I stifling my own thoughts?
Am I acting on others' ideas?
Am I owned by others, or
Am I my own?

I am warm because your thoughts are burning me from the inside.