Everything was perfect, But only for a moment. It couldn’t last Because no beautiful thing can.   It was a delicate thing, Fragile, as if made of glass, And it cracked Right...

We are alone. All alone in the dark, But somehow, that darkness seems like light To the human eye. That is how we began: In the arctic, barren, and sinister nothingness. They call it...

They were opposites, you see. Black and white, high and low, hot and cold. The pair never agreed on any subject, not a single one. However, they knew that they were perfect for one another. How could...

A circle is a never ending figure with no corners, no branching off, no turns, no backtracking, and no end. Just the same old thing over and over. A line is a never ending, straight arrow pointing in one...