Eternal Cowardice

Shakespeare noted in his elaborate prose

“Cowards die a thousand times before their deaths

The Valiant never taste of death but once”

From my own perspective, I infer that

I will return to live a thousand more lives

While the more valiant of people stay dead

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 1

Fond Miseries

Having grown too fond of grief and sorrow,

I moved from my own to the ones of others'.

Listening to their woes, my heart broke...

For if theirs are miseries, what are mine?

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 1

Regret?

She once told him that she would, if possible, trade the entire chaos of the universe for a moment’s silence with him – and she cried her heart out, while he laughed in his mind.

Later she asked him if he would ever remove her from his heart. And he instantly said never.

Never - because she was never in it. Never a part of it. Never did he let her in. It wasn’t her fault. But he never thought it was his either.

She asked him if he would ever forget her. And he without hesitation said no.

No - because he never remembered her. Never a part of his memories. Never did he memorize her.

He had always been ungrateful. He was filled with emptiness. He still is. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We see a sand-glass, and all we can think about is the sand. We look at it and think that all we need to do is add more sand from a beach to it.

Thinking about ways to extend time which is never used nor abused.

Does someone have a bag full of memories? I’d gladly pay them all of my sand to buy some.