Writen in Darkness Writing

for hiku lovers

you think you might have gone insane?

our lives are much like a sunrise and sunset. we are born, have dreams in the high noon and then rest at piece when the sun sets.

the mysteries of the garden the has long been forgotten

what breaks, can not be fixed

what happens when dreamers dream?

what fire burns, when the unexpetced fall?

Know That I Too
We are never alone (a poem for mental health month)