Up here, a breeze brushing my face. The sky so blue, so perfect. Maybe the last sky I see. Looking down at the fall, waves smashing the rocks below. Reminding me of our pain filled lives. A depressing wave crashes into us, bringing us to the rocky shores, another will come again and again. When will we crash into the shores? I take one step closer feeling the fresh air flowing into me.Closed eyes,...

Would you love to hear it? The screams the darkness sets into the night to break our bones? The streets of the forest leading to the cliffs edge, where the souls of the ageless canyons can be heard from the heart of the old and wise. This is the wild of the night winds, that caress the leaves of the sleeping trees. It calls to the wild hearts of the pradators, the fear of the prey, and the cunning...