We sit and wait; we became distant in memory, so we grew. A poisonous seed the water-fed the seed washing it out the impurity, growing taller we fell, leaving us singing this song, roses are red, violets are blue, o how I miss you.
It was the first time in his life he seemed unsure of his power. Dimed he turned of the residual light held inside him, letting go, he accepted his existence. People would tell him to stop living a fairytale, so he killed his imagination. Little did he know his power laid in his imagination. HisContinue reading “Inside the light”