Theres this thing about life that no one knows about, except God. death. we don't know when, how, and at what extent it will come to get us. will we die old in our beds. or fall to our deaths from 20 or 50 feet. a car crashes into you while you were out grocery shopping. you get cancer. or a heart attack. or you get knifed and stabbed and slit. do we die screaming at 30,000 feet above sea level plummeting to our deaths. do we get killed or die naturally. everyone talks of the blackness or darkness of life and the loneliness and about being betrayed and some even wish they hadn't been born but a very few of us would actually have no problem with dieing. right?/?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
hope,desire,death
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3 comments:
so true....the very people who are so good or the people who are sp damn carefree...they are the people who will not have a probl dying.
nice drawing...
True, maybe its just the thought that death could be more pleasant than life.
love the art btw, especially the people.
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