she stood at the edge of the beach, solo, alone, standing against the waves and the lonely wind that never knows rest. there was a faint haunting melody in the air, calling her and reducing her to tears as the

the flame rose ever higher, blue, red, yellow, orange. hot and scalding and burning and bright, its treacherous tongues lapping at the air, wanting to devour everything in its greedy hunger for more more more, always more than what one can give. forever like the

the sands of time flow swiftly, never stopping, the golden beads so fine, it just slips through your fingers, even as you grab helplessly and wish for them to stay with you forever

the window pane was brown, smooth and hard against my elbows, while i looked outside and dreamt of sunny blue skies and dark blue water, of smiles and sunshine and brown skin. it made me think of happiness, of joy, of laughter and madness, of the days when