One cannot celebrate,
or fell to,
when nothing feels done,
when time passed seem lost.
Being happy for nothing,
this secret little thing,
that makes no sense,
since you are happy.
Happiness,
a product of time and work,
and it deserve to be enjoyed,
for what the beauty it is.
But it's no party,
no time to spend being happy,
if no enjoyment feels done.
The destiny of sadness,
add sadness to it self,
to be right to oneself,
but to be wrong for the future.
Long lost feelings,
went away,
waiting them to return,
when one shall them regain.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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