Dreams, swirl around, like leaves in a breeze.
                        Life, is the ones, we seize.

If the colour of the sky changed with the status of human existence, it would be pitch black right now!

I’m tired of collecting the tears
that the sun never dries
I’m resolved to chasing the wind
let the breeze blow my eyes
I’ve decided to fan my fears
and live while I’m alive
breathe as much fire
and burn till I die

see newborn green trees
smiling sunny landscapes bloom
colorful flowers


Shell ✨🐚

With the first breath,
         a Cry!
     With the last breath,
            a Sigh.
         With all in between,
                  a Why?

How many day ones
Does it take to change a lightbulb?