Breal Stories

The Sky seems endless, does it not? Its colour seeming to bleed into those of space. And yet, we're told the sky's the limit As if there were nothing past it Nothing to shoot for once we've learned to touch the sky It seems rather unfair, but that is the standard we have set for ourselves. And yet others keep crashing down from above, showing us there is indeed more. Well, we refuse to stay on the ground. For if the sky's the limit, then why does it keep begging us to fly?

When you're surrounded with nothing but darkness. When you're too tired to look for light at the end of the tunnel. When you're too confused about where you're heading. When you're clueless about what's really happening. When you are in direly in need of a rain of blessings. Come, let's dive inside and get overwhelmed. All Rights Reserved _MissMoody_ 2021

Dust Dust are fine particles of solid matter. It generally consists of particles in the atmosphere that come from various sources such as soil, dust lifted by wind, volcanic eruptions, pollution, and the death of a monster. Scattered in the wind it turned, its fine fibers twisting through the air in patterns, almost hypnotically. And yet, its purpose so grim So dark But Without death, there can be no life