Where there is love there is life.

It’s amazing how you lose friends. Sometimes you have a fight, sometimes it’s because you were trying to help them, or even because they misunderstood something you said/did for them even though it was just meant to bring you closer.

The Wind

Here and there;

blood everywhere.

Strewn across the land,

alone I cannot stand.
No one is there,

no one will care.

Here comes the Wind,

upon which this ice has thinned.

The Wind blows me down;

under the ice I will drown.

This untrue dept, to which now my life I spend,

it came first gentley, and sweet as a friend.