Dear reader, thank you To be grateful is to create art. * That one springthe smell of your mother’s warm noodle soup,floating all the way
“The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.” – John Koenig Dear reader, this poem mentions
I look up and what do I see? The gloomy sky stares right back at me. I look down and what do I see? The
“Let the rainwash awayall the painof yesterday.” Skylar Grey, Coming Home, Pt. II I think I understand why people write songs about the rain so
Seasons are changing and so am I And so the snow rushes to the ground and time tries to keep up with the pace but