Yesterday's rain is tomorrow's rain.
Widgets of the imagination malfunction at noon.-
NectarAlign stars with the thoughts of a butterfly.
MurmurA billion whispers linger in the silence of clouds.
If cats could dance, the world would be a slower pace. -
MosaicThe color of time? A faded purple. Where do dreams go on Fridays?
Unearthly waltz beneath the electricity.
WonderTwo spoonfuls of symphonies played on a broken guitar.