Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death
Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death
But there's always a first time for everything
I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.
You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.
A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.
White for light. White for love. White for forever.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories