| Posted at 11:26 AM on August 21, 2009 |
My own silence, my escape trick. I bury all the secrets deep inside.
It makes one strong. Visual bruises show survival. Even if it is just surviving a bad day. It is just another way of coping.
Wonder, can't I imagine another way?
Don't you wish we could take in love, instead of anger? Be silent about that, while it builds up inside? No pressure, only happiness. People always tend to remember the dark sides of a day, but then again, people also tend to look for the dark sides. It's curiosity that kills the cat.
Strange.
Don't you wish you can't take away anything which bothers others? Cut out the bad parts and fill it up with sweet memories?
No need for instruments or words.
Our generation has had no great war,no great depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives. Guns with flowers, hippie-esque thoughts, Make love not war. Even if the offender and the victim are the same. Be the mediator in the conflict inside someone else.

Dinner...
Let's have love tonight...
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