I was laughing along with the
receptionist as I usually do, new...
We are cursed to live life
In these endless days of dark...
Truth is hard or cold
It could be good or bad...
Stabbing myself with criticism,
Inflicting scars through judgment...
Dark night
with starry skies...
Milling isn't the best of sorts,
nor is he the sort of man who'd...
Opportunities often knock at our door
Those we have to choose to accept or ignore...
<The Garden Ghost>
Her caffeinated shadow...
No use in scheming,
To look for a bright and shiny sunny day...
I love the rain
It's one of the things that helps stressed out...
It is my wish to
trace silhouettes...
I need a day I can sit and look,
Amongst the trees with just a book...