Friday, July 06, 2007


BACK THE POINT OF NO RETURN

"Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle".


If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound 1
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!


you decided that hope would keep you alive
yet you discover that it is not true you live
for youself and noone else
Life is a dream or maybe a nightmare who knows



1 comment:

Fillospike said...

hope was the only way to keep me alive, I hope to be happy, I hope to do something important in life, I hope that someday mybe I will be a better man, maybe I am living for other, I am living to make them happy, I am living to take care of them, but if everyone else just keep living for themselfs, there is no hope there for me...