 | We listen to our past; yet the past is over. Nights are under surveillance; stars trying to reveal beauty, as timeless winds and storms correct our opinions on natures doings. While our doings are considered ok, good OR bad; everything under the sun, pass the moon and beneath the waters was created. Love is also created, like the wind during the nights of struggles amongst us; the living past... that hasn't moved on to a bigger, brighter and better future. |  |