I am not one of those people,

who seem sad to me,

who live to work

as if that's all life can be.

I live for those simple things

which

When the troubles surpass ever growing fears,
As life moves to fast to dry your own tears,
You pull your life back up, from

As my car pulled away,

I realized in that moment,

What it was,

For which I lived.

I went south,

Him, north.

I feel as though,

My

Actual Living

We are bound by time, slaves to the tick and tock. Its constant flux is a guarantee in life, along with that

Growing my own.

Inside my silent garden shed,
away from all that torments man,
to edges of insanity,
until they find a