
Home is a Memory
Home is a memory, never a place. A sliver of time, we randomly embrace. Not confined by four walls, it’s a peaceful moment. We conjure...
Home is a memory, never a place. A sliver of time, we randomly embrace. Not confined by four walls, it’s a peaceful moment. We conjure...
We are but fragile pieces, before winter comes. Just flowers with petals lost; or trees with branches bare; leafless remnants of nature, blown by the...
There stands the shadowman, outlined against the moon. Pity you who have found him, by calling out his name. Quiet, watching, eyeless he answers, never...
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