
Look at the haunted piece of life
From being born to dying.
How that only hurts and torments us
And the search for happiness makes us so tired.
Still, we fight
Still, we believe
Still, we love
Despite it…

Look at the haunted piece of life
From being born to dying.
How that only hurts and torments us
And the search for happiness makes us so tired.
Still, we fight
Still, we believe
Still, we love
Despite it…

“We are surrounded every day by the wonders of life, wonders beyond comprehension that we simply take for granted. I decided that day that I would live my life—not simply exist. If I died and discovered heaven on the other side, well, that’d be just fine and dandy. But if I didn’t live my life as if I was already in heaven, and I died and found only nothingness, well…I would have wasted my life. I would have wasted my one chance in all of history to be alive.”
― Allen Eskens, The Life We Bury

I own an invisible poke stick; it gives me the power to hit a special nerve in people whenever I chose to do so. I have the ability to piss people off with just one remark or a short sentence. It’s a gift or a curse -depends on how you look at it.

They knock at my door -uninvited
they never respect my privacy.
No soliciting I say and point to the sign
hoping they will understand and go away.