Darkness is a shroud, kept out by the light, that rings my world, this peaceful night. Quietly I sit, and contemplate, the meaning of life; or what I ate tonight. Finding some semblance, of order in my life, is what I do best, when the clock in my head ticks at a pace, out of […]
Nov 8, 2013
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