Is this?

Is this all there is? Falling, spinning, screaming. Fleeting time.To where will it end when doubts creep in? Distant smiles.More often than not silence is sought. Daily grind.Here,  there, back again; a mundane loop. Is this all there...

Feel. See. Smell. Listen. Taste.

The sun was shining but it was disguised by the clouds for every few minutes. It was a cold day, blown away by the fierce heavy winds. These harsh winds were usually followed by the sharp pelts of rain. It came and went away but when it did come, the...