Poem On Daily Life Novels & Stories

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

Definitely, the world's worst sound award goes to your alarm. My day started with the usual- me cursing my alarm. I knew very well this day was going to be the same as yesterday, the same as the day before yesterday, the same as the whole week, the same as the whole month. Yep, my life went like a cycle and the truth was that every one of my age's life is a cycle- recapping itself every day prompting us that we are ordinary people with ordinary life; nothing entertaining to do. I didn't even know the purpose of living like this you know, especially with the High School life I was enduring right then. It's gonna be over soon but still...it's not over yet! I'd to resist the urge to throw off t