Life is unpredictableWe try to fill it with thingsThat makes us happy or sadBut nothing can help us predict our future We think that ...

May always signal the start of summer as the flowers rise and bloom,yet the heat slowly rises into the sky. Fresh smells bless the ...

Soft light filters through the drawn blinds, and you blink slowly awake. This was how you always awoke. No shrill sound of the alarms. ...

soft are the petals of the early-rising flowerspliant as they first bloom from the groundrain falling to bless the bloomsice clinging to the last ...

time after timewe always seem to repeatnever learning, but always questioningthe strangeness of the world. constant distractions interrupting the quietlosing focuschanging channels the craving ...

softly the petals of a flower falllanding upon the slowly browning eartha chill starting to take hold in the airthe last vestiges of summer ...

there is a crispness in the airfresh morning dew on the grassa scent of something warmer to comeand the scant songs of birds the ...

darkness fills the airno light to be foundat the edge of despairmisery all around all it takes is a sparkof hope burning brightthough a ...

The rising and setting of the sunIs constant in its pathAs is the constant of day and nightand life and death Sometimes we have ...

With the cycle of the worldlife cycles from life to deathnew to old rusty to shine For too long they forget the tiny detailsfocus ...