loss of history

and what used to be went up in flames.

wrinkles

wrinkles hold stories of triumphs and tribulations.

gray rain

the gray rain changes with us as we age.

palette

i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.

growing

it doesn’t stop hurting just because you’re older.

sixteen, almost seventeen

alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.

time

we would never exist as we do now without our past mistakes.

faded dreams

like an old painting, my dreams are faded.

wrinkles

when wrinkles deepen, your smiles last longer.

the digital age

the digital age has come and the delicate pages of paperhas disappeared in a whirlwindof typable keys and strained eyes.