Sometimes it doesn't make sense- the short periods of time we get with the best moments and with people, or their outcomes from their choices.However, if we turn it over to the golden light that flies around us.The breathing wind of the evening promises that we will see the big picture in the hereafter with a new dawn tomorrow.Nothing is too small to be a mistake.

Mine is a quest, for a mouthful of skies.!

It is so gratifying to tell so many stories my eye can romance with, that i become the stories.They shall live on after me, and in that way it makes me immortal

Every experience has a pattern and sometimes it teaches us through the spirit of patience captured, that there are no coincidences in life.