I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. Today I made 12, I was prolific. |
You can't win what you don't fight for. |
The thorns built up around me, |
True poetry is planted within one's heart, and grows within the heart of the reader. |
Love runs by a different clock. |
Numb, cold, lost and confused. |
It's all just fog in the air, |
Love is just a word until you give it meaning, but hate never needs one to provide its meaning. |
Time will ever speed up until that last dawn when all shadows will devour the earth. |
Ignorance may be the darkest night, but it is also pure bliss. Enjoy it before the light comes to reveal all shadows. |