Vanities of vanity,
all if vanity.
What does man gain by all the toil
at which he toils under the sun?
A generation goes, and a generation comes
but the earth remains forever.
Category: wasteland
lost with you
your perfect imperfections
specimens

cut potential.
untold stories.

life is a mystery
stop and smell the carnations

even carnations deserve notice.
overgrowth

want not, waste not.
spring cometh

a rude awakening. let it be rough.
set me free.
fly away from here.
search and discontent

somewhere, out there is another paradise
stillness in the dusk

nobody’s home but the fading sunset.