Realization
Every soul is living a life as vivid and as complex as my own.There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate.Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping.The kinds of things that keep you thinking.First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade.When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilities. Sometimes this never-ending place, filled with tragedy......makes anyone want to die in the battle.Walking outside, I light another cigarette.I replay my life and e...
