Dimensionsofgold

Everything on earth is a crayon Every one you meet is a crayon You will have your favourite colours All colours will not be appaling BUT Just as the earth rotates And life never stops You will need all the crayons To accomplish your mission on earth To make life beautiful. .......... CAN I BE YOUR CRAYON But not your favourite Because one day we will need US to complete our PAINTING

Our society has made us believe we can not live our own lives and have the ultimate say that begins and end our unborn generation the generation that waits to suffer from the cruel norms WE HAVE CREATED

I HATE THIS WORLD where the fat are made to feel unfit while the slim becomes the model where mercy is a nightmare while terrorism is a norm where Christianity rules but Christ like beings are rare where there is just religion while God stares at the roof where airing out views is wrong but dying in thoughts is accepted this world is so cruel and I don't want to live just existing Society has made us unfit in our own skin society has made us a barrier to our life but nobody ever accepts that we are just living machines waking up to the same routine EVERY SINGLE DAY such is the life we stink in creation