LiFe Goes oN
LikE aN EcO iN tHe foResT..And liFe gOes oN
Don't limit your challenges.Challenge your limits©ayesha_thoughts
I WALK AROUND LIKE EVERY IS FINE, BUT DEEP DOWN,INSIDE MY SHOE MY SOCK IS SLIDING OFFFF©ayesha_thoughts
IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU "UGLY" HAVE A GOOD COME BACK AND SAY 'EXCUSE ME,IM NOT A MIRROR'.
It takes real skills to choke on air,fall up the stairs and trip over nothingI HAVE THOSE SKILLS©ayesha_thoughts
I may look like a potato now,but one day I'll turn into fries and then you'll want me✌️©ayesha_thoughts
Learn from yesterdayLive for today.
LIFE teaches us to make good use of TIME,While TIME teaches us the value of LIFE©ayesha_thoughts
'A dead aloe broods in his garden. The weeds will soon pray aloud. He doesn’t remember the life as clear as it was years back, feeling like a lost cause. He hand picked those marigolds, but the ghosts haunt him every now then. He felt a heart withering away,back in his shed, like a carcass falling apart in the ground. Emptiness and observation could eat alike, from a distance, escaping the barbed wires, strolling along heavy fences, he seems to have come a long way. He picks up the hoe, a couple of clipping scissors and a smile. He breathes the glum moss brushing against his knuckles, swallows the troubled voice inside his throat, and picks up the dead roots of his marigold. Lurking away in the mists of the broken dream, his hands reach out fora jar of water, alas he clenches the marigolds lying by him. Ighrek’s marigolds, he recalls. They knew what it was to be in love, fragile like a stone under dripping conscience. Love had a lot to spare, but not lives. Once the dead marigolds had helped themselves, he lets the weeds outgrow their chances of survival. They will thrive, so will he. He was one of them, a claimant of nothingness, yet a handful love never did hurt one.'©divokost