No one understood me
Who is the friend and who is the enemy?
No, I have not met anyone who did not torture me..
The fragrance went all over the bowl and I never got tired of it..
Which one has no season
In which I did not panic.. faced the storm
did not run away from him...
I did not turn away from the crisis I faced.
I have digested all the sorrows, I never cried..
Although I have never been happy in my life..
Never left kas, never met the truth in a lie..
Even those closest to me were upset
No one understood me ...!
No one understood me…!
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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