Child

Those golden days are nothing but memories now.

starlight

I follow the starlight in the sky.

sixteen, almost seventeen

alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.

angel

an angel on earth is beautiful in their own way.

happiness

grounded in reality, happiness does not fly away.

support

when the sky is too heavy, i let the earth carry some of the weight with me.

corpse

just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.

rushing along the highway of life

our lives pass by quick,cars speeding along high ways,a blink of an eye flash of bright lightning,we finds ourselves behind veils,surrounded by earth but we are blindedby riches and golden greedcount money by days we flip through pagesof finance and novels quicktime will never stop but we flip too quickand lose the meaning of lifein