When the wind blows and the rain chops the mood is somewhat drab. The clouds race overhead as quickly as one’s thought of seeing the sun this day. The sky has disappeared, it has left the world as it cannot stand the depression the rain patters down onto the ground. Steadily and without rhythm the rain…

Walking through the previously occupied town was one that gave the lonely man a chilled heart. He saw in it, his old life, the life he had once had, the life he had enjoyed, the life he had hated, the life he had loved so endearingly, the life that he had lived. All that was gone. All that had…

What is wrong in one eye, is right in another. What is right in one eye, is wrong in the other.

A baby is a blank canvas and the world it grows up in is it’s palette. The artists are the people that step into it’s life, some more predominately than others, and these are the…