Simply said, " We all live, we all die."

Life is defined by birth and death
It is littered and decorated by our sins and our deeds
Each life itself, it either rubbish or beauty in another's life
Ever thought each life itself is either rubbish or beauty in it's own life?
If that's the case, I can look at this ribbon on my wall and notice how there is another ribbon on the ribbon, and so on and so forth.
How about a cycle?
But it doesn't matter.
Because life isn't defined by deeds or sins.
Life isn't defined by birth or by death.
Life is defined by not by a timeline, nor as a noun.
Life is defined, by living.
It's not life if you don't live.
But even if you waste away in front of a television, or commit yourself to a lifetime of humanitarian acts, it's still living.
Have I lost you? I have? Great.

Seal this deal with a kiss.
Don't let it slip don't miss.
The words from your mouth they won't sound.
I'll wait for you then, to come around.

Kai posted at 12.06 a.m, 8-8-08


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