Made of Dust

how fragile life is...
we are made of dust...
one minute we are arguing
in another we are smiling..
sometimes we get angry,
we are selfish....
but nothing is worth anything at the end....
we don't own our existence.
we are not our own.
why am i crying for here?
a broken heart?
a tired smile?
and so fast everything goes away...
one moment we are here
the next we might not..
we are fragile...
made of dust.
dumb...
how dumb are we for suffering...
one minute we are..
one minute we are gone...
fragile...we are just made of dust....
that's why we should celebrate...
we should smile!
we should live as if it's the last day,
the last moment,
the last meal....
the truth is, we are simply fragile.
men made of dust...
celebrate life!
be thankful!
hug, kiss, laugh!!
because we are fragile,
we are just made of dust.



On that day we will smile..
at them...
at HIM....
we will be reunited...
we will be home...

‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. 

There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, 

for the old order of things has passed away.” 

Revelations 21:4




Cuando la muerte te toca de cerca, 
de repente ya quejarse no vale la pena,
ser infeliz por cosas insignificantes ya no tiene sentido
no importa si estoy bien o mal
sola o acompañada...
lo importante es que vivo.
Gracias Dios por dejarme vivir.






no voy a perder mas el tiempo.
no es mio para mal gastarlo .
it's really over.