It's Christmas but no snow has fallen yet. The middle of December has come and time is passing like a jet. Cold summer warm winters, what could go wrong. OH no it must be global warming coming along...

Snow is as delicate as our emotions...it comes from above and falls down...its sometimes soft and beautiful to look at from afar but when you go outside and get in it, you never thought something so beautiful could be so cold.

Over and over again she cries, leaving life bleeding in someone elses hands she's spared and given her life back in return the life that spared her. Because of her selfishness was turned against her like karma in the shape of misconceptions.

After all the rain, comes a rainbow...colors lifelike of everycolor once shattered seem to bond and fit next to one another