Summer, winter, autumn, spring

These are a few of my least favourite things

For when summer comes back again I find that everything is the same, but one thing changed

And you will never come back again

Left to my Suffering, knowing that I could do nothing

That’s a coward’s way of thinking

Nothing comes from nothing

Now it’s too late and only hindsight keeps me thinking

Keeps me from continuing

Another coward’s excuse

But I am a coward

And, truly, your leaving didn’t change a thing

I hope you forgave my cowardness as I forgave yours

I love you

I hope you’re free

The snow is my muse, she hides all flaws and leaves only something as simple as pure white. Cold, light and easy to understand. She makes my world a little easier. A revolution against detail, simplicity will prevail, because in the end I like it simple, all of the complexity covered in white. What is left is only my interpretation and snow. 

Who is this "God" character anyway? And what is it he wants?

What constitutes as a sin vary from religion to religion to person to person to penguin.

Everybody has a opinion when it comes to religion and by extension; sin.

Me? I'm glad you didn't ask. The bible changes throughout time, adapting to modern times, what was a sin in the past is acceptable behavior today. 

That is why I will have none of it!