the sky bore its tears on me yesterday as i greeted darkness and kissed winter. i suddenly thought in the times that were spent, it never once rained. our times are always in dream, in colors of purple and black...in shadows and nightlights. the paths taken are only figments of concrete, paper and cigarette butts that apparently, are carelessly or carefully thrown. but it came to a fork of a road and it is evident that separation is needed for growth. winter whispered that i must return to my own path..and yet the sky wanted me to stay.

the sea only managed to touch my toes, as winter had me in a tight embrace.