a leaf trembles.
peace has been broken.
it is quiet. here, by myself. it is peace.
you are not alone, not even in the cold rainy night.
heaven isn’t a paradise. it’s familiarity and happiness.
the light on what is dead and at peace.
blue hour settled around us.
under the flickering lamplight, you and i laugh and mingle.
a rose blooms with love and care, while a rock is formed through weather and tear