The Rhythm of Words

No WORDS, just ACTIONS.

Where words aren’t enough…

It’s what not the camera can capture but what the eyes have seen. It’s not how sharp the lens can give but what the mind can imagine.

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What Confuses Me the most.

What Fuckin confuses me the most, is that I see other people; people I know find the time for leisure and tour each continent one by one while im here busting my ass working. I dont understand why! Im sure im making more than enough for myself and Im here in the freakin USofA but can only ask so much for a break at work- while they go to a different country like every damn month. YES! I AM JEALOUS, coz i know i make more in a week than they could in a month(this is my Ego talking). Leading me to believe that they arent spending their own [money] instead spending thier parents’. Why I said that? maybe to comfort my self from the harsh reality, if it is then I am ashamed of myself for living a life like this… Or maybe bcoz it is true, so if it is then I am proud to stand independent and live the life of enjoying every cent that i make, every second i waste so that in the end if spend it all away i could tell them to FUCK OFF!!! MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN MONEY!!!

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ANOTHER DAY has gone.

I’m still all ALONE.

How could this be.

You’re not here WITH ME.

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I had a habit of messing up.
*making you hate and getting mad
I let you down a thousand times broken promises…

A month away from our 3rd year together, and i forgot a promise.

Where saying SORRY means you’d do anything to make-up.

Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.

Confucius

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