In a hundred years, Even if I'm a bug or a butterfly, My atoms will remember your atoms. For they're forged the same, Me and you, To...

The sky was a bright shade of yellow this evening, The kind of yellow that's difficult to capture on the phone, But in reality, It makes...

Decorated with twinkling stars, The sky still holds space, An unknown void, That wants me to reach out, And grab whatever I can hold on...