A withering rose is deeper than the deepest water.
A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts,
No one knows.
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last.
To feel that love, it makes you sigh.
To have it leave, you'd rather die.
You hope you've found that special rose,
'cause you love and care for the one you chose.
How long it lasts,
No one knows.
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last.
To feel that love, it makes you sigh.
To have it leave, you'd rather die.
You hope you've found that special rose,
'cause you love and care for the one you chose.
Not much inspiration tonight…was saving these from my birthday in order to have a petal bath, but then found them dry and full of mould. I wish they could be nice to use them in available light sauna style, but I needed a quick shot so decided to give them a deeper purpose for a photo opportunity! Too tired from staying so many late nights and being sleep deprived again....
“When the going gets tough, the tough go to sleep”
Yes, the older among us would know, in our times, it used to be “When the going gets tough, the tough gets going” ...But the kids seem to know, know better. They seem to get it right so young. Because, as age catches up with me, I too tend to do that. Sleep.
NO, this is in no way meant to incite suicidal thoughts in any one. But, I always thought it was courageous to commit suicide (not in young, adolescent years, when you don’t, or are not capable of, thinking about anything or anybody else but yourself. Yes, suicide is a selfish act I believe. One who commits thinks of no one else, but oneself. Before knowing that a hurt or six to oneself is no reason to die). May be the act itself is courageous. And to do it later in life, after you know yourself, after you know what life is...and you know that you are capable of taking it through...ups and downs. That stirs the conscious.
If it was that easy, I myself would have committed it a few times.
(That’s a poor joke, I know…! Should I say, if it was that easy, I would have tried at least once. But that's no joke at all…! May be life is a big joke, and death an eventuality. Or, may be as Sigmund Freud says, “the goal of all life is death”. Oh, crazy thoughts...leave it!)
“When the going gets tough, the tough go to sleep”
Yes, the older among us would know, in our times, it used to be “When the going gets tough, the tough gets going” ...But the kids seem to know, know better. They seem to get it right so young. Because, as age catches up with me, I too tend to do that. Sleep.
NO, this is in no way meant to incite suicidal thoughts in any one. But, I always thought it was courageous to commit suicide (not in young, adolescent years, when you don’t, or are not capable of, thinking about anything or anybody else but yourself. Yes, suicide is a selfish act I believe. One who commits thinks of no one else, but oneself. Before knowing that a hurt or six to oneself is no reason to die). May be the act itself is courageous. And to do it later in life, after you know yourself, after you know what life is...and you know that you are capable of taking it through...ups and downs. That stirs the conscious.
If it was that easy, I myself would have committed it a few times.
(That’s a poor joke, I know…! Should I say, if it was that easy, I would have tried at least once. But that's no joke at all…! May be life is a big joke, and death an eventuality. Or, may be as Sigmund Freud says, “the goal of all life is death”. Oh, crazy thoughts...leave it!)
Anyway, jokes aside, to commit suicide after completing 30 years, three decades of life…while putting an end is an act of courage, it is puzzling too...may even be seen as senseless. No…not admiring the act in anyway though. Just think of the works their lives would have presented us with....
I wanted to talk about treasuring the time we have, death and life but too tired to carry on with a description. May be some other time…
I wanted to talk about treasuring the time we have, death and life but too tired to carry on with a description. May be some other time…
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