Genre: Dark Abstract
Theme: When one bled
Author's Note: What it means to be alive?

We are what we think. Sometimes we have to face what is not asked for, it is not what we are prepared for. No excuse! life change us in different ways, and we have to respond. Sometimes we are pushed to that end where we may breath, but we feel dead. We become stones. We don't response. We don't feel there is anything to tell, we believe there is no one who understands. We cover our soul, try to stay safe and anticipate the next sunrise holding the faith that the time will heal, but how can it without love? Have you seen stone gets back to clay?
And, I hear you, loud and clear inside my head saying, "nothing lasts forever, every day comes to an end."