For school- What a blissful scene tonight, atop this reasonably small mound of a hill. A hill with soft and gentle grass. Eloquent flowers, the colour of a bee’s yellow, and brown like the oak tree’s mighty shaft. A sunset struck sky above, projecting a magical, sparkly pink like glitter, through the rows of long thin… Continue reading Sunset of Loves Gloom
Sitting under the sad old tree. Thinking about what all these thoughts might mean. What does life have to do with me? Am I here for a reason? Why does anything have to exist? Is my life just treason? Looking at the dark sky. Atop that hill. Will it rain. Should I keep still? What… Continue reading Lost in Thoughts All Alone
I ponder often of a curtain feeling. I search aimlessly for a comprehensive meaning to what it could possibly be. I could attempt to describe said feeling. However, I don't believe the human language bares words capable of defining it. My heart feels like a flaming star in the night sky, erupting with a burst… Continue reading Is This Love?
For school- When man tries to be God. Murky waters of a shallow, gelid pond. Four-leaf-clovers rest upon the lifeless water surface. Clovers placed by man who wish for a "lucky" abscond. When man tries to be God. Ginger rusted bars, in grid like form. To keep animals or people, away from harms way. Decayed… Continue reading Rusted Waters