Mr.Death Asked Me Out!

Every sleepless night he comes to visit me, covering his whole body with thousands of burning flames. Every single time he appears he wipes all my tears away but instead of comforting me, he asks me, "Will you come with me today?" My unsure rejection draw a smile on his emotionless face maybe because he knows I lied or what i am desperate. Our deep conversations reflects his spirituality as he pulls my heart strings to his side, using every word he say. For he use pretty words to speak the ugly truth, he is so my type as I feel he is capable of finding answers to all my frustrations with no debates. Every single day he asks me to take his hand, walk with him and stay in peace at his resort. He promises no one will ever bother me as long as I am one of his belongs.
"Should I go or should I stay?" Is what I wonder all day.

..On Suicide..

                               -Niki-

The Beautiful Truth Death Hides

The one who won from the battle between the angels who live inside your heart and the demons who trapped inside your head only matters when the death calls you to say a grim reaper is on his way.....

Everyone else says 'he died', but I say 'he lived.' Because I know the beautiful life he led. When I see them crying because they missed him, I smile because I found him. Yes, I found him right next to my shoulder. And then they say 'he's gone', but I see him coming towards me as an angel every single day. I know even time flies day by day he'll still be here with me. While whispering  warm words to my ear to give me strength for things I fear. I can talk with him any time to tell him how I feel. His speechless smile speaks thousands of words a living human can never speak. So maybe the death has power to separate us physicially but never mentally. As I see how powerless the death is from my whole heart. And that's the beautiful secret, the death holds is all about!!!

If you think you lost someone because of the death, think again.

                                                     -Niki-                                 

His Grace

 As the starry night begins, Little by little the darkness take control of the thoughts that are to be bright. I wish I could just ignore but still when the prayers I pray for his grace keep disappearing while leading me to this despair path of life, I wonder how longer do I have to believe that the hope once left me to be hopeless is to find behind the eyes of an unknown....

His grace....

                                         -Niki-