A Home
A house, a home, a humble abode. Four walls define, a story untold. Words are useless, to describe this morass, where only space defines, my...
Pain Imagined
Tiles It isn’t the pain we feel, that tarnishes our soul. It’s the constant fear of pain, that comes from unknown corners. It slowly wears...
Dance On
Deserted Fair Whispers seeping. Song notes tapping. Noises echo within. Silent thoughts, wander forth, grow and resonate, on distant tones, that take flight. Ramble on,...
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