A field of Lunar flowers; a field of thoughts.
I couldn't resist staring into the perpetual night sky. Resting under the tree of knowledge, I feel so alone. I contemplate just who am I, living right or dying wrong? What’s the weight of my accomplishments? My mind conflicted with the who’s and whys. If time is God given, what do I get if I [...]
"Standing on the edge of the universe I'm on the verge of losing it all, Will you miss me when I fall? I'm falling down, down, down,"