FinnTheCreator

I have always found comfort in big weather. High winds. Lots of Snow. Thunder. Lightning. Rain pounding down in buckets on the roof of your house.

Throughout countless years
The tree stood there despairing 
Forever alone 

The snow fell quickly
On a mission to hit ground 
Though it hit my tongue 

The stripped cat sat down

Our friendship was much like the first time you give a young child a piece of dark Chocolate. They taste it for the first time while telling themselves "This is chocolate. It should be sweet" but then recoil at the sudden bitterness of it.

Old soda bottles! When I was about 10 or 11 I was participating in a Greenup day cleanup in my town and while I was exploring through the woods I found an old Coca Cola bottle that looked straight out of a 1950s movie.

Darkness is a mixed sort of blessing. For in darkness things can hide and things can be hidden. All of mans greatest accomplishments and his worst failures both die in darkness. For some it is a form of redemtion. For some a loss of everything.