We're just like candles that are always on fire fueled by eternal warmth and light sparks.

But sometimes, we burn.

We're still in our way, discovering.

Seeing the beauty that is covered within the darkness.

Behind the sun, under the moon.

Until these candles burn down.

Fiensh '11

Haunted.

Never in million years would I stay in the same place,

Under the same stars,

The same oxygen,

The same town.

Never in million years would I try to give up my dreams,

To let go all my childhood lies,

My insane plans,

My ill intentions.

Never in a million years would I haunt the same routine,

The same typical you,

Typical me,

Typical everybody.

Let me. Haunt. The world.