As the signs of a winter storm are just memory, spring tries to push forth. But my dear, I do not think Winter is ready to leave just yet. You might be a little premature.
The seasons battle as they stand side by side trying to be victorious.



“On our journey, every little thing combines or detaches to create the greatest sum of our parts!" I Am…
As the signs of a winter storm are just memory, spring tries to push forth. But my dear, I do not think Winter is ready to leave just yet. You might be a little premature.
The seasons battle as they stand side by side trying to be victorious.
Change is an endless end and beginning;
Imagination fuels the flow of everything in between.
In the mirror who do I see?
The person who is truly me.
Different than the one who faces each day;
With a story of mine,
That is how I am truly defined,
Occasional glimpses I may allow you to see.
Respect me or leave me,
It’s not just a person in the mirror I see.