When we are alone
we play hide and seek...
I intended to die
Both times...
We often wonder and question,
the meaning of life...
A Falling Mountain
I was a mountain...
On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...
He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...
Just before he fell,
(after a kick from God...
When he sleeps, he sleeps for decades
away from here physically...
A fire raged in his mind so fierce
that his eyeballs bled and imploded...
RUSTIC HUES
The crimson ball that skims the earth...
Twirling in the Wind
In another nebula...
The nine of heart held his head in his hands
Why was he a nine? He couldn't understand...