paradoxical

rainbow colors spinning all together in motion, circular, to be precise. it spins, slowly at first, gaining momentum as it spins, going faster and faster, till everything's a blur.
all you could observe, is a streak of white nothingness.
white, blurred, scarred.
the beautiful colors aren't there anymore.
hidden, beneath that blurred white streak of nothingness.

go with the flow

she acts like summer, and walks like rain.
she listens like spring, and she talks like June.
tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there...

Fact of life #1

It's a dog eat dog world.
no one really cares.
except God, for you do miracles so great.