Light up, light up, cherry scented candle!
Life is more than a walking shadow. Life is a lemon, so sour and stingy, it all just depends on what you make out of it.
But if you don’t think much of the lemon life gives you, you may be the one whom frets and struts his hours on stage and his heard no more.
I had always protruded the fact that life was just a game by a drunk, bipolar, unhappy man who had nothing better to do than let me get hurt.
I never understood if I got hurt because of the man or the word he created. Maybe both.
I had hoped my life wasn’t just a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing.
I hoped it was something deep, that maybe the simpler things would free me…