the same notion can present itself in millions of ways, and we will never cease to be fascinated by it—for all the good reasons in living
a night of passion strained and spent, and the sun rose, and painted it all
a rain drop hanger 🙂
how man obscures itself from the truth with all its constructs
to get lost in something after a day of drudgery
Forget me not For offering always
this Black, Tainted— but Genuine— and still Naive
Heart.
nothing so certain as rain