One's life can be written, but though feelings can be written also, they are impossible to describe accurately.

The blade of life. It either slices through our veins and kills us mercilessly, or breaks the skin and offers pain yet freedom from the life that we journey through.

Life is like a flower. The ones who have a good life grow and bloom, while the others that are shut in the shadows wither away and die.

Sometimes we have to leave someone behind. Its not always our choice, but sometimes we head in different directions through life. But don't worry, sometimes we meet that person again later in life by the path we choose to take.

Life rarely deals the cards that we want but we make do with what we have and strive to beat life at its own game.

Frowning uses more muscles than a smile does - so what's the more efficient of the two? (:

An organism is anything and everything that is living. Remove the 'NI' from organism and we have orgasm - happiness. Living = happiness.

Love can only be defined by who we are. Some may say that love is feeling butterflies in our stomachs, others may say that love is having a limitless bank account. But however one may define love, we all seem to agree that love is our cure to unhappiness.

My memories...
Until death has my heart
Then they will fade away to nothingness.