Changing Memories
Stairway Access Times are many, that the cool air drifts, and the stars alight in the sky. Pause and listen to the quiet of the...
Restless
The Midway Whispers range across an endless void, growing louder upon the pain of my restless heart. Beating drums mark my soul’s demise, drift within...
The World Outside
Why must the outside always find its way in? Why must it infringe on my selfish little world? Here I sit content, surrounded by my...
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