Emptiness surrounds me like the wrappings of a mummy. Preserving something not worth preserving because there is nothing there

I sometimes feel so empty and useless that even death won't take me.

There are many ways to get to a destination. Why does the one to death have to take so long?

I often wonder if suicide is the coward's way out of somewhere he doesn't belong or a hero's way into somewhere he does.

Today life will kick me and then tomorrow something will happen that makes me feel like life made love to me the day before.

Death is Life's thief but robs us of only the misery of living.

I have a date with death but like everything else that is good in my life she is showing up too late.

Rainbows are colors signifying that the storm has cleared. The only thing at the end of a rainbow is another storm.

It's amazing how the world can rotate from east to west on its ever moving axis but the meanness, ugliness, selfishness, neglect and poverty seem to stay in the same place.

I can feel the walls of misery closing in on me. I hope I do not live long enough to be crushed!