The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.

It is more than just a story, The journey to death is real, Those gone already, Once find it hard to believe. While sleeping or even walking, In any…

I'm a loner that bee gather, the first petal of flower, But I wonder, may she fly that little bee? If I am a bee instead, shall I be free, With…