Saturday, August 12, 2006

When you completely surrender yourself to someone, give up your sense of worth and when you're willing to give everything just to feel accepted, is when u've really lost urself.

"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity -- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud." - Life of Pi, Martel. Y.

I must be the grim reaper then.
Just that life isn't all that beautiful. The beauty is a facade, perhaps conjured up by death itself. Yet death still seeks life, unsure of the rationality just feeling the need, the draw towards life.
Envy, can be such a dreadful sensation. Jealousy the stab in the heart.
But isn't death dead? Then y does it feel the pain?
Who weeps for death? Wasn't death once life.
Life just passes by.

"Don't go pls."
Is a cry in vain.

What is death without life?
Yet death by itself is a solitary situation.

by tab at 1:10 AM |