endless cycle of living and dying.
To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.
what we used to have exists no longer.
her slumbering body is marred with wounds.
To be with you today, my past life must have been dedicated solely to you.
the gray rain changes with us as we age.
kisses and autumn leaves.
today, i’m like whatever to the skies and the lives and the deaths and the cries.
rain falls and rainbows multiply.
dreams renew themselves every season.