Somehow I think– I’ve grown to adore the sad things in life. I’ve fallen in love with the sound of rain and the way it caresses my skin. It’s what defines me and without it, I would be nothing.
w.s.w. // melancholic in nature
Nothing survives the inevitable marching of time. History is but a flimsy sandcastle built on the shore of our universe and when the tide comes in, not a single name, nor memory shall remain. Everything will be swept away and return from whence it came.
w.s.w. // temporarity
We wait until the time is right,–till every flame’s been reduced to ashes and we realize that fires need to be tended in order to be kept alive. Unaware of the fact that the spark we hope for is a product of our very own hands. Thus we’ll wait again; for the next chance.
w.s.w. // forevermore