bluer than blue

sadder than sad

♥♥♥

I am inlab to you.hihihihi

(-_-

♥ ♥ ♥ red day today.

♥ ♥ ♥

♥ ♥ ♥ It is a perfect day.^^,




-Compliment ang bluegreen and maroon.^^

(-_-

The more human beings mature, the more human beings decay.-kharl.j

Existence

We exist not for a purpose but to make our own purpose.-kharl.j

"To be is what you are and What you are is to be."- Jean-Paul Sartre




Being human is being in solitude with yourself.

(-_-

"Don't just stare at words , let it speak to you."

"Words mirror the human soul."




-kharl.j ( just an epiphany today)

The Second Sex

"To define a woman is not just by seeing her
as a woman but through her existence of being
a woman. -kharl.j"

-They exist to occupy not as secondary place but as equal as men.

Letters to juliet. . .

What if two persons were really made for each other? Isn't that destiny?
(-_-

(-_-

Life is never happy nor sad and good things never last. -kharl.j

death of the author

It is not the author who is in the book, it is the author who creates the book. -kharl.j

from reading super duper love ^_^

Moving on is probably that hard. But if we consider this, past is just an abstract idea of our subconscious. At some point in life we tend to go back in the past but for what? we can’t even change it. The only thing that changes is the present. And if we do not want to have the same mistake from the past, we will look forward to not repeating the same experience again. The thing is life moves on and that’s reality- the present.

sitting behind a window

Green leaves, they sway 

with the morning breeze
The winged twitters, they lay

with the wind at ease
As the sky flattered 
with cool morning light
...
(unfinished)

a shade of blue

Every day starts with blue and ends with blue.
The rejection of darkness that gives way to light
and the rejection of light that gives way to darkness.
How could you see light if not in darkness?
And how could you see darkness if not in light?
.....

(unfinished)

"How cruel is time"

Time again
when summer
becomes pale
Heaven falls
white
tranparent
tale
Him was a boy saw
a rare kind  
Thought their
hearts might
entwine
But time again
when blue
turns grey
Heaven painted
a broken day
Him was a boy who
played his undying song
Thought the melody
would
last long.