When you are angry try your best to go to sleep, it keeps you away from speaking, writing and thinking while you are angry.

Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.

And someday,
when the parties
don’t dazzle you anymore,
and when the alcohol fails
to amuse your senses,
come to me.

We’ll lie on the grass,
stare at the stars,
and talk about Life.

Maybe I will become the Moment
you rediscover yourself again.

It doesn’t matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it.

During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…

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