random stuff I have thought of
the cosmos, vast and populated, is a spec of dust, floating in an ocean of possibilities.
the mountain bows before the stream, the steam falls before the cliff, the cliff stands before the ocean.
the torrent of energy, tunneling a path through space, a life being lived or a foundation for one being placed?
a spore is spit out, its faith in the wind, it will eventually land. Don't be the spore, be the wind.
i stand before the storm, I will not falter, i bare the pain of the fire, It will end, one day. The pain is but temporary, a sign that the healing has begun.
crafted out of gold, a precious metal. Yet over valued, for the amount of blood spilled over it, are not worth it's weight nor its luster.
cold and hot, black and white, extreme ends of the spectrum or shades of grey in the same scale ?
the human animal is the strangest one yet. It thinks it is better and proves it is not.
the songs of life, best tell the tail, of love and sorrow. s