there are things that inspire me. odd things in odd places they tap a well inside which I never knew was there and suddenly I'm overflowing but these things are good at hiding impossible to find for they never appear while I am searching.
there are peaceful moments. calm and quiet pieces of time that seem to move much slower than the rest these moments are comfy and lovely and mine but moments are moments never meant to last.
there is love. an intimate moment two glowing hearts firey feelings and quiet laughs but for me love was only that a firey feeling that eventually turned only to ash
goodness is so fleeting things too good at hiding moments only moments and love was just a fire