Love and Death
It’s all so routine. Fucking routine. Infected minds of ours. Shit at work, bills, ethics, worries, excuses, blind excuses, devils… What tomorrow brings?! You say. Love and death. Nothing beyond that. Keep your head up, comrade! We’re in the same ship. Before you know, the good old routine brings you the ‘death’. You think. Love is all around. For some temporary crisis, it is. Before you realize, love or death or both knocks on your door. Can’t help but open. That big moment of regret. You know. It’s too late! It’s too bad. You’re just so sick of wasting your time. Love and death are always on your mind.
