They said the place with the most dreams is the cemetery, just that they never came to life.
Perhaps some worked hard, just so hard for that dream.
Others were just comfortable to dream in their sleeps, the land of Hades brought further relief.
But how about those who never dreamt? Never gave purpose a thought, never understood what life is about, other than the seen.
Imaginations to be their drawing boards, and never a had use for depression.
Wings to carry us out of the known to the unknown, never the ground to plant the seeds of sadness and loneliness.
What about those, who never gave a moment’s thought about dying, but when placed in the street with the orphans to beg for bread do all, in order to survive?
What about those, who not of their own will had their lives robbed from them? And those who take their lives because of the many things life throws at him/her? Insecurities or loneliness or issues? Whatever happened to the virtue of endurance?
But then, I ask, what is their excuse? A delay, a broken heart, a news that can’t be told? No excuse enough to justify that one took something valuable away, that something meant to be the joy in the life of others…a life!
Oh time! Time, be our guide, let us walk with you on our hands and minds, to think, to save and to help stop SUICIDE!!
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