THE NIGHT COMES

The night comes soft and quiet.

Dragging its feet.

Lurking in alleys and hallways.

Hiding its long tresses.

Come to me, night.

Come to me, now.

I can’t wait anymore.

Your time on earth is limited.

Enter my domain.

A domain filled with darkness.

Filled with spirits, holding

their pent-up breaths for you.

Yes, come closer.

SKIN AND BONES

Just a note for us to remember that<br /> we are only skin and bones.<br /> Our lives and bodies are fragile.<br /> We could be whisked away in<br /> a strong wind.<br /> All that will be remembered about<br /> us is what we have left behind.<br /> Therefore, we must be sure—very sure—<br /> that we leave behind something significant.<br /> Whether it’s family, friends, art, or good deeds<br /> it must be significant enough to be remembered.<br /> Start working on it now before it’s too late.

Just a note for us to remember that

we are only skin and bones.

Our lives and bodies are fragile.

We could be whisked away in

a strong wind.

All that will be remembered about

us is what we have left behind.

Therefore, we must be sure—very sure—

that we leave behind something significant.

Whether it’s family, friends, art, or good deeds

it must be significant enough to be remembered.

Start working on it now before it’s too late.