• Why do we live such a wonderful and at times painful life, if it is to be taken away in ther end, by our so called almighty creator?

    why are we made of flesh, why have these hearts that beat with a perfect melody, only to have them crushed by others, and it stop in the end?

    what use are we to this world?
    are we peices in a collection?
    toys in a toybox?
    puzzles left unsolved?

    what are we?

    we are mortals, devided into split personalities only by our choice.

    when we have sorrow, we tend to give off this aura that spreads like poison.

    the same with love, hatred, fear too.

    nommatter who we are, we cannot change our devine structures. our souls will forever remain intact until the day we are set free like white doves.