Feelings change like the weather, they are cast on and off like a set of deeply cherished clothes.  We let them flow like rain, crash like lightening or just send rays of sun through the day.



Change can have unhappiness set in like a bad cold – one that goes through your body like the flu - sometimes it moves on.



When you hold tight to any one thing if smothers the burning flame- it needs air to breathe and fire to burn.  Passion yearns for a playground that’s receptive and kind.



Sand is blown freestanding, a forum of art – abrasive and crude somewhat self destroying much like the men and women of today.



Realities and time spent to build feelings in the dark is a misunderstood art, a facet in time.  Realities are fast and fleeting due to the minds weakness of our indecision.