I imagine soft pricks of lush green grass against fleshA half-hidden sun illuminating my face to a warm glowThe incessant chirp of – I can't It's hell, Flames wrapped around my soul freezing it with cynical desolation The shy sun walks as I do, hiding behind briefly...
Tiny flakes of snow come down in flurries onto my waiting Tongue. In the distance, the sun just touches the earth and the sky is saturated with incredible color. In contrast to the blanketed white ground, the sky is painted in incredible color. Deep yellows, bright...
Crisp excitement of SpringGrowing green barrier surrounds me A pile of blocks and one goalTo build something great. The blocks slowly start to take their first form.The pile melts into rolling lush hills.Following the undulating hills,a white stallion shoots across a...
On a worn dirt path an old mule stumbles along. His tongue hangs out and he breaths deeply, trying to exhale all of the heat from his burning body. His saddle has long worn, and changed color to a bleached brown. In the distance the ground shines and waves in the heat...