IT may never subside
Remnants of summer scent still lingers
In this endless abyss, the search continues

BUT the candle is slowly melting and eventually might burn out
Little by little by little losing grip until gone, gone away
As leftovers of the past rotten in hot-cold absence

FANTASY happens only in dreams and in one's reverie
Regrets and confusion ( Read more... )

I'm learning to breathe.
Living again, awake and alive.
Dying to breathe in these abundant skies.

What do you do when the infection hits you, when it takes over ( Read more... )

The game. They say a person either has what it takes to play, or they don’t.

Go ahead. Argue with the ref, change the rules. Cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there were no tomorrow. It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right ( Read more... )