Light

All of a sudden, from the hours of dry and barron land, there is water, life and light. 

Hope

Hope. 

Two kindred spirits.

They are the weeds, waiting for the wind to blow them over. 

For the weeds have each other, holding tight, promising not to let go.

But the weed will leave, as all weeds do.

In another time

If only I could turn back time.

Take my breath away

Sometimes, the beauty can be hard to comprehend. 

The lone soldier

I don't need any of you anyway.

Where is the heart?

Always pining for what I can't have.

They say home is where the heart is.

I hope I can find it where I left it and it's not been stolen.