between today and yesterday, all that remains is remnant of time
They say life and deathcome to us but only onceyet I have met minein every morning’s new lifebetween…
Live, die, live againAshes to roots,A cycle, no end.
as if something was intended, you know, & then it intended something else for…
A pity, really, that the world, since it’s very beginning, has raged a silent, consistent war against the grumblings of…
When did you decide to be other than who you are?