19 of 30: Love and Art

I’ve always sang of love and written about it long before I felt it.Romanticism is something that is as complex as its substance.To love, is something that can never be explained by all senses.Not even by words, nor melody can describe its eternal complexities.Yet here we all are, writing and singing of undying love, professing …

18 of 30: Shadows

You follow me everywhere as if you’ve nothing else to do.Light as you seem, you’re a burden to me.Though, perhaps it isn’t you that I find burdensome.But the nostalgia you always bring when you’re around.And though you’re but a series of photograph of happy days,Your face haunts me like a ghost and I see you …