Poethic Stories

All the feelings of the night, flowing from word to word like a sad song. And i dance to that song on the edge of living, wondering which move will push me over and free me of my pain.

Feelings are like the seasons. They change and sometimes you feel winter and others you feel spring. Some people look like summer, but are winter inside. Feelings change like the weather. A thunderstorm could be the most beautiful tropical rain. Feelings are strange.