Tag: Death
Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
Our lives can’t be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.
The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.
Summertime is always the best of what might be.
The dead know everything but they don’t give a damn.
Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
