injustice


Life, it seems to fade away like an old painting, to the point of hiding. No matter how much we scrub, the brush strokes and the colors of life fade away until they become a shadow of the rich image they once were.Life, it seems to fade away to the point of no return, to be kept from the prying eyes of the worldm kept under lock and key in an old attic, until someone has the time and patience to restore it or sell it away in an antique store…

Life, for two dollars fifty cents.

Maybe less, if the bargain’s right…

Posted by Tatu…

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…why is life so cruel to us when all we really did to it was call it a b***h…? As someone once sang, life says, “You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape my love…”

Bittersweet melodies of a glorious swansong…

i can’t give up… neither can i win…

Posted by Tatu…