Sometimes I like to look up the sky painted with surreal hues of gray blue,gray,bright orange and dusky pink.
Sometimes,we make our own hell.And other times,we make our own insanity but most of the time others create a new hell for us.
Someday I know we will have whatever we need.We just have to lock this thought inside each one of our hearts.
Sometimes to see beauty you must see through the darkness which falls.Like the stars or the night sky.
What is love some people believe that love is just an emotion or chi.But I believe that love is the heat of the heart which radiates.
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