My passion is small,
But it may grow as large as
My dear hopes and dreams
It travels far and wide,to
whisper my secrets
As it takes images for
the times I will try
to forget my past and time,
I will smile, showing
the world what I can really do,
with just a small click.

The color of the grass in the color of the sky, those colors  might not last. We may never see them again because the changes will happen and it all begins here.

He's always to try to annoy the neighborhood's cats. I can't even tell if he's a guy or girl. He's just, different

I am the past of tomorrow and the past of after that.
I am the future of yesterday and the future of two minutes ago.