Thursday, August 17, 2017

Random Musings

For it is not the death you fear; it is the indefinite possibilities in rebirth.

I understand that you cannot afford me. Unfortunately, I am one of those that never come to the sale rack.

Superficiality can carve visceral wounds.
Sincerely,
Misplaced affections.

How strange? The most profound emotions stem from the pit of the stomach. When love so pure is callously tossed away like a baby getting kicked in its stomach. The inexplicable pang of loss, perhaps shares the womb where butterflies fluttered at the mere thought of you.

What is the fundamental difference between negative and positive emotions?
Mere arrangements of carbon molecules.

No comments: