In The End
In the end , Life has a sweet way of harmony.
Time is a friend who is misunderstood.
Time is a friend who is misunderstood.
We find love, pain, solace and truth where we were meant too
We loose some, we gain some .
Heartbreak feels like Metamorphosis
Heartbreak feels like Metamorphosis
Sooner or later as if by a sheer magical resolution of
entropy
There is Peace. There is Quiet. There is Silence .We no
longer look outward but with closed eyes we seek our deepest core.
Some of us call it the soul, some of us God, some of us
destiny. Some of us have no words for it; some of us call it Death
But no matter who we are or where we came from or what we are
about today or what we do tomorrow
We all Get there. We All Get there.
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