c wut eye c

Ryder is getting older. Still full of energy and ever with the eyes looking up at me with questions, questions, questions!


colour-rippled words on tongue-tip hang
for a moment never realized a patient drop of rain
as a smile lingers in mind after it's gone


having stepped within a different world vision, the temptation to exclaim, look what i have done, three of me in one place, yet only i see the shapes, for it is only through me not because of me, the landscape comes alive