Love (Death)

Right, happy can really mean anything under the sun! And she mean really everything!

Somehow, she can't grab hold of anything, the clock is ticking too fast. Every millisecond, a new history is created, no?

Now she refers helplessness with respect to incapacity of control, the inability to live life for life. She labels these the living dead.

To know you are alive is easy, to live like you are, sometimes, you got to try harder.

Death is too heavy a word for her, she's still learning the fact that life moves on, only to end. For a moment, she felt fragile. She knows she's not doing enough.

Every cycle is continued by the many little ones. We were all once that, along the way, we lost who were and became who we are.

We don't love as much, and for some, they just stop. The need to recognize 'my world', selfishly, is everything.