Nights may be dark And days may be bright But something about them Not quite right The home will be empty With only me inside

"I want to run, and see the world I don't like standing, still and burled.", the seedling cried, leaves still curled.

Amazed until it creates that which amazes just a tad bit more

Internet can be A precarious place, but If that's where you are, then that's where I'll be.