Maybe life is sad, maybe life is happy...
This is going to make no sense but life is warm, like the feeling of hands in your own and happiness and the morning sun.
Life is cool, like the fall leaves falling to the ground, wind running rampant through your hair, and beautifully spiced drinks.
Life is cold, like the winter oh so cold, and cutting, yet beautiful in a beautifully ugly dreary way.
LIfe is hot, like the burning sun on a beach, too cold drinks to calm your raging thirst, and the smell of sunscreen.
Life isn't the best but at the same time it is.
Life is life.
There are good days, bad days, new days.
Don't pretend to care, if you don't.
Don't pretend to be tough if you're not.
Let the tears fall. THe words fly, because you have nothing else you could do in life but be free..
Even if you are caged.