Days coming to a bitter end, i lived my day with a grumpy grin. My heart cramped at the thought of him; nevertheless darkening my whimsical mood even more. The flowers that bloom not too early but never too late, or such at the right time. To others, its destiny; but to a tree that blooms, its time. Staring at the clear night sky, in the corner of your sight, a lamp post shone brightly, lighting the road; serving its purpose. Oh how i missed those days in which colors never seemed to fade. That floating feel of boring adventures; yep those were the days. It has been awhile since i last lifted my head to the sky, dreams of cotton candy, or sparkling stones; i don't do that anymore.....
