flowers are blooming
birds are chirping
away, away cold from the North
time for your South sister to blow
bring the fire of the sun
and the warmth that covers the land
makes life come forth again

colors come forth,
blandness gone
life and light chases
shadows and death

wake up, wake up,
come alive again
live forth
before life passes
and the cold earth
calls to claim you again

been feeling the little creative itch lately.... in all honesty i do miss writing and rambling, but more importantly i miss the inspiration. being stuck in a rut has left me dry on the creative juices.. hell, writing a formal letter was hard. i miss creativity and randomness. i miss witty conversations and snarky sarcasms. times change yes, but do we always get left behind?

we're all born free, but why do we live with so many chains surrounding us. baggages that hold us down. where are we going to? what are we searching for?