

All Good Things...You can never hold life in your hands, forever flowing, forever expands. Flying deeply into the light, diminishing even the darkest night. The forever Autumn steps warily forth, as the sun sets to the north. And then the Winter comes around, where the leaves are cruelly drowned. And you must find a thing to send, as all good things, must come to an end.All Good Things...
You can never find a type of day, that is withholding a piece of something coming your way. It always shows something going bad, as every other day just had. And with that piece of life withheld, y