I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...

The world's like a flower
Either fallen or grown...

Death die and hatred
are just words i like to say...

I'm rude..
i speak in between line...

Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring,
the ripening of fruit in the fall...

Pain is not a small word
it's a sign of sad feelings...

When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell...

There are no words...only of emotions.
It is the essence of two hearts devotions...

People change
Like rustic metal through water...

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence...

He hates how she loved Him.
He hates how He felt...

How cold it felt after every nightly bath,
Water droplets sink in,onto every skin within...