There is a beauty thatcomes from walking aclover laden field, or apath in the woods and feelingthe autumn breeze andsmelling the wildflowers.You are so alive.There is an aching painas sharp and vivid as thebeauty, some knowledge in thefiber of...

Gray washed world Overexposed You can watch your own Comings and goings Moving silently through Never disturbing The monochrome Almost like You were never Even There

You shouldn’t play with fire and that’s all I am Just a blaze of emotions I still can’t control Left in careless hands destined to burn myself up