Hour – 18 Under the river of stars Beneath the harvest moon, When the silver flowers sparkling In the garden of nights, Enjoying the ride of life, One day comes a typhoon, Comes and tells you As a beautiful buddy the agony is over now…

The first time I said yes to go to a club I regretted my answer immediately afterwards. I did not like the beats, the closeness of the people. I did not like the expectations, the dancing to feel noticed. I wanted anything but to be…

The greatest journey is not where you find yourself but your life’s purpose

pistils curled upward the flower awaits the bee’s busy elsewhere