The Art of Love in the drawing of War

Tue, 10/21/2014 - 16:04 -- Qualema


In a world where one says “I Love You” just to see what you say, is a world I wish not to reside in.

A love so passionate, but yet so tormenting, is a love I wish not to experience.

The flow of a soul that intervenes with the rhythm of the heart is a beautiful lie.

The truth of love is the lie of life.

Missing a feeling of joy and lacking hate is a void state of mind.  

Being a messiah to a martyr is an undefining root that sprouts no leaves.

Exploration of Art in the name of love is a mistake that can never be changed.

The Drawing of War in the name of hate is a mistake that remains the same.



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