We all have our regrets. Do you choose to live in them? Do you prefer to just use an excuse to allow you to live in your own misery?

A gentle breeze brushes across the scene, a soft and beautiful sight. I laid my eyes upon the most beautiful image ever, beauty that blooms as mystic as a flower. This sight is unforgettable and there is not a thing above. This beauty isn't visible to the naked eye it's a thing called... Love.

A shattering light flickers and dangle throughout the night. Never did anything seem so uneasy, so distasteful so fragile. Every time that little glimpse of light beamed my way, I tend to shutter. Coldest of nights, warmest of days, the time seems to shift. Yet this broken image never cease to display it's unreasonable topic. Why does times that easily obscure and shift, seem so practical?

Burning alive, though i refuse to set foot off of the scorching terrain.

Take them back to the start.
Let the purest of heart,
Know their worth is still spoken.

As they fight to exist.
We Neglect and resist.
Let this circle be broken.

You've got to be extra careful with the things nearest to you.
You know the closer you get to something,
the tougher it is to see it.
Explain to me this happiness
that you just got to experience.
Or maybe you're so blessed that you can't even remember?
That you stand here now,. That you live and breathe,. They're all little miracles, just by themselves.