Voices of the Unheard

Tomorrow comes Today..

Tomorrow comes today..

Autumn stains the heavens like the scent of green tea left to brew.

While afternoons give off a rather nostalgic feeling...

And the midnight hour seems to awaken mischievous fireflies which engulf the night...

Lies taste better than the truth.

And yesterday is always so envious of it's cousin.

If only we could bottle up time.

Then we could live forever in such a lime light.

- Mello Sakia