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...
Life beyond Life
I flew high once above the clouds on wisps of air, beyond myself without a care. but heights once reached were all too far, so...
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