colorful future

the future calls, bright and colorful

tangled

past and present and future become tangled when gods meddle with fate.

neighbors

we once met here. now we meet in the ground.

ghosts of the past

my past pain lives in my house.

Child

Those golden days are nothing but memories now.

Sentimental

what once was is no more.

00:00

The clock’s hands arrive at 00:00.

Trees

And when spring blooms again, the trees begin anew.

voices in a void

in empty houses, the past lives again.

block universe

here, the past, present, and future are one.