As swift as the flowing of the sea,
As soft as bunnies velveteen,
Its glow caresses my own face,
With trails of tears as thin as lace.
It paints the sky with streams of light,
Amidst flowering patches of white,
A tepid glimpse as it leaves the earth,
Until the morning for rebirth.
My Thoughts on the World and My Writing
The content of this journal can range from passing thoughts in the style of stream of conciousness to intense stories, poetries, and prose.