Random Musings Of An Insomniac 37

It’s amazing that even in the face of seemingly absolute defeat, the human spirit still perseveres and earnestly celebrates its very existence. And perhaps it is this iron will to survive in the most dilapidating of circumstances that makes us so special and beautiful.

For we may break time and again but we will never disintegrate completely.

May our humanity always be intact, may there always be light at the end of the tunnel and may life always find hope lurking in unexpected corners.


Random Musings Of An Insomniac 35

I hate myself for being broken,
when life has mostly been just kind.

I hate myself for being broken,
when I know I have no right.

I hate myself for being broken.
Oh child! Dear child! Poor child!
It hurts so much,
that life didn’t even let you survive.