Life.

Love is a four letter word, just like life.

Now, life is a bug, just like lovebug.

You never know what you’re a part of, what your role is.

You never know the person you just brushed by could be yours too.

The person you caught an eye off could be your nemesis.

Its never written, its never understood.

What life is, its not a game. Its definetly not a movie.

Its something which can be controlled by very few.

The ability to lead.

Isn’t that why they say, lead your life to the brightness across the tunnel.

Dude, my life has no legs or tyres.

The sting of a bee is no match to that of life.

Its going through hell, things dying within you.

Things dying near you, its like you’re a magnet of death.

Well, the worst case scenario could be death at touch.

No one feels what you feel, they never do.

No one tries until theres something in it for them too.

Its life, its something you want to get away from,

Its something beautiful. Its a wheel.

It goes on.

And on.

Its facing your fears. Its loving who you are.

Its finding your hope within you.

Its something you can’t undo.

Its a test.

Until we’re laid to rest.

Hold on, don’t let go.

You’re in it too, we all are.

You’re not the only one, we all are.

Far isn’t really far.

The trust isn’t really true.

Life is just not life, when there is no you.