6:00 A.M.

Riiing. The clock on the wooden bedside table began to girate, spewing its sound waves out into the atmosphere. The sound waves crawl through the air, untill they creep into the ears of our pathetic soul. With a huff and a puff, Tim threw his hand ontu the screaming electronic, silencing it with one slap. He wished he could sink back into the pillows, to stay carelessly stuck in slumber...

January,

winter winds flow hope into new years

Barren trees, spreading fears

What may their branches bloom?

Time will tell, though not soon.

February

Bittersweet love blossoms in the night

Kindred spirits, love at first sight

Lonely souls, yearning for candy-coated lies.

Love-soaked desires, just thorns disguised.

March

Life begins to rustle awake from winters sleep.

New eyes flutter ope...