The Devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favorite.
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
Both optimists and pessimists contribute to our society. The optimist invents the airplane and the pessimist the parachute.
Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.