What am I?

What am I,

But a collection of thoughts,

Puzzles solved and unsolved,

Questions that never be answered.


Why must existence,

Be burdened with doubt,

Creativity laboured with self loathing.


Is our suffering as great as our happiness?


Does it all amount to nothing?

What am I?

Spectrum of the Sun

An amber landscape expends across the rambling hills,
The Barren trees stretch desperately towards the sky,
As the higher they climb,
The more they are engulfed by the overwhelming beauty.

The dying embers of the sun race to cover the land in honeyed hues,
Extending across the landscape in rays,
Slowly melting toward the horizon.

All colours become the spectrum of the sun.

Spectrum of the Sun