The art of life

Art of life, I try to stop myself but my heart goes to destroy the truth. Tell me why as I want the meaning of my life. Do I try to live, Do I try to love in my dream. No place to go back to... Life is lost, Flowers fall. If it's all dreams, now wake me up. If it's all real... just kill me

 

wow man... wow

 

yea.. wow


that was pretty awesome

 

Can I wake you up then kill you?



j/k - nice words, I enjoyed it

 

Just confused by the meaning of life right now...

 

i know what you mean man - not something we find out on the back of a cereal box, but that's what makes it fun

 

Yeah~ you're right! I've been roaming to find myself, how long have I been feeling endless hurt. Falling down, rain flows into my heart. In the pain what I'm waiting for... can't go back

 

That's beautiful! You're really talented

 

You think too much, try to live instead.

 

Thnx! Anyway, I believe in the madness called "Now" as the past and future prison my heart. The time is blind, I cant let my heart kill myself because I still havent found what I'm looking for in the art of life.

 

Life is no art, it is reproduction.

 

care to go into more detail?

 

I dont think life is only about reproduction. If this is so, why do we dying to live when we are living to die?

 

Impressive question!!

 

Nobody can answer my question?

 

Hooray for being cliche! You're soooo emo.
Now ask yourself a real question: Should you seek therapy?

 

Guess I went into wrong forum. See ya

 

That's so deep, on so many levels....

 

If life is art doe's it imitate itself?

 

All premeditated art is contrivance, life is spontaneous. Your trying to be premeditatively spontaneous. That's why your head hurts.