going through some things, like everyone else on this earth.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.
love is a choice, and, when it’s made, it’s eternal.
grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.
puddles reflect the beauty of nature.
they replaced him with an imposter, and all that was left were ashes.
beauty unseen withered away.
what was seen in daylight was not the same at night.
with you, i think i could like summer.
the sun watches fondly as the waves are torn once more from the longing grasp of the shore.