"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
- Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, October 6, 2011

[Life Is...]

Life is a puzzle.
A puzzle that cannot be figured out.
Life is a web.
A web the deftest spider cannot untangle.
Life is a mystery.
A mystery too complex for solution.
Life is hard.
So hard, sometimes I want to quit.
Life is confusing.
So confusing, I often lose my way.
Life is unpredictable.
So unpredictable, I give up on my dreams.
Life twists and life turns.
Wicked, winding, twists and turns.
Life gives and life takes.
Some pleasant, some unwelcome, gifts and dues.
Life shocks and life surprises.
Shocks for better or for worse.
Life is a thief.
Emotions, feelings torn and stolen.
Life is a story.
Decisions, revisions made without us.
Life is a gift.
Breaths, thoughts given finitely.
 Life frightens, and life strengthens.
      Life teaches, life changes.
           Life exhilarates, and life hurts.
                Life is beautiful.

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