Is it courage one must have to be able to leave? I can't stop thinking about the ones that left us, I cannot help but grieve
When there are no sounds of birds awake I look up to the sky in hope to receive the answers to the questions that were never heard
How is life after, I mean how is death? And did you regret it, the moment you took your last breath?
I used to ask myself how does one choose to die but then I grew up and now I know that there is no choice to choose when all you do is hurt and cry
When all you do is wander off in this mind of yours and search for places without doors
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
