Live...

And I have been annoying you for a long time about sorrow
Like it matters to you at all.
And the happiness,
And the smiles..
that are over exposed
in her name.
And I’m irritating you
Like a clock with
colors of life
and living!
To live
is more important than Life itself.
Otherwise the miracle called life doesn't make any sense.
To love is a great passion
And FRAGILE?, like always.
Yet Occasionally rarely accomplished
And no one really understands
everyone does not love 
until they start loving themselves
and fall in love 
with a sinner.
And everything you thought of me
is nothing more than memories.
No one can live from memories
yet everyone makes a living from them.
Life-living-loving.. past=memories-live.. novelty-live (LIVING) and just life...
mine and your success.
To love..
And to die dead
Even smiling.
Is there anything more beautiful than those
Lucky enough to taste death (alive) and continue to
live... :)
Is there anything more beautiful than the sense of not having any sense at all ...