The regret of not living a life when you had time is as great as death itself.

Life is a volcano you can not survive, you can not pass, skipp or jump without walking in it, crushing the burning coal with the very skin of your soul, you can’t even ask for mercy, on the other side people awaits, they see you burning alive, making sighs, shedding tears you expect lowering the heat but you can’t help yourself or stop this from happening. All you can do is to walk through it and just bear it, move ahead with swollen feet, with no rest to have, with no helps to ask. Life is like this only, we chase after and after, we burst tears hiding laughter. You have no choice you can’t leave it but you can live with it, every wound every pain every happiness has to end someday,  just wait until your wounds doesn’t seem painful anymore. Hope is all I have, the hope of getting better, hope of falling better, hope of living better. Just a hope and it’s all one can have when one is alive merely. Days are tough, times are bad, world is cruel, life is death, but still everybody has to go through this living hell, leaving everything behind just to imprint on your heart. At the end of the day you realise life goes on