Brain

My heart is a battlefield of death, and my fate is a buried toxic wasteland. My body already has two feet in the grave, so I gave up all of it to cherish only one thing. My brain, my mind, my memories, my thoughts, my opinions, my contradictions, all of it is all of me.

The ant(2) and the grasshopper, Shooting Stars

Hey, have you heard that story of the ant and the grasshopper? It's a story by Aesop.
And although I've read it and understood the moral, I still relive a different opinion, as I am. Usually.
The grasshopper didn't actually do anything wrong. Is it so wrong to sing?
And the ant didn't do anything wrong, either. But even though it will live a long time, what's the point if he will never sing? Never take a break, never being happy.
See, I think that although the grasshopper will die of hunger, that at least his life was like a shooting star. Isn't that why we watch for shooting stars? Because their life is short, but they grant wishes.
I don't need a long life, what I want is a life that can shine like that, even if it's only for a short while.