Saturday, April 14, 2012

To death: I'm dying. To love: I'm trying

 Does the night come and your body resorts to self destruction?
And when the sun rises in the morning do you find that it regenerates and finds hope in the simplicity of breath?
Do we get more frail with time? Gentler? Kinder?
Or do we resort to threats conjured from our insides?
All good questions to ask myself in the morning, afternoon and night time.
I find it all alot to take.