"An aging hemlock
Covered by snow
December is almost over"Fiensh '09

"Mom, could you count how many drops of rain is falling now? I love you more than the amount of those raindrops." -Fiensh Constantine

I made that quote if it is count as quote this morning. I re-read the quote all over again and I just realized that it's kind of...good. I love my mom, whatever you say I don't care. I owe her life. And this quote explains the whole thing.

I do believe in nothing

Friday evening,
The black clouds come
The heavy rain plays
I was sleeping
Until some silver lines ask me to join the dance.

History

I was about to write you a story.

A little story about you, me, and the whole world.

About the beginning of our lives,

And how mother earth will end it.

I was about to write you a song.

A simple song about courage, faith and violence.

About the bravery of our heroes,

And how death broke their courage.

Sorry, but I ended up writing you this.

This is just a useless writing.

Talking about nothing but everything.

But in the end, you will find out what I really mean.