Time never rests. we stumble, traveling but we go so far to meet love.
Time Never Rests
I Rushed
I rushed I couldn't sleep it was home, and work again. The passage of time itself had left my life. It had never occurred to me - it was too late.
Rise to Fate
Rise to fate and equal it. Fill empty space with substance and with infinite soul-exploratory life.
My Existence
I pondered for the first time my existence, weighing the moment for a long time. I tried to remember life and it was the pivotal point when something clicked inside me.
You Forget
You forget, darling, we should be ourselves all the time.
Saturday Night
A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.
Silence of a City
Pause, peace, rest. The silence of a city, had to be the regeneration of the human race.
Existence of Happiness
It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
A Stranger of My Love
If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.
Mornings Are Good
Mornings are good, as close as it got to innocence, this transition to wakefulness.
