Category: Death
For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Time and death sleep side by side.
Silence is a lie that screams at the light.
Is today a good day to die?
You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
The first time is always the hardest
What am I dying for?
