Were it not for the fact that life is simple, users, usurpers and vultures of all kinds would have nothing with which to act.
Tag: Sunday
I regnet.
Eyes held forward, shoulders back. It is the time to march.
Depths.
In the wake of all that is gone, and the crest that is to come, life reflects the seas. Unmoved by plight or dream, the struggle against the tide, on it goes for its own journey, the rest coming along for the ride as long as they themselves last.
The Ederren 