To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.
the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
Smiling from the stars above.
is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?
lilac dreams of passing fancies, of thoughts that never come true.
love where nothing exists burns into obsession.
grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.
the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.
a palace of old dreams crumbles like even the most detailed daydreams.
living for eternity.