ONTYRE PASSAGES: Fantasy is reality and lives find purpose.
The loneliness of being, no gathering choirs to sing, but instead pale emotions framing the empty silence. The river flows, the hour grows, and escape becomes elusive. The damage done Continue Reading →
Splitting post: one side sun, the other side none, each side a part of the whole where there are two sides in total; one side warmth on my face, the Continue Reading →
It’s the truth of time, reality displayed in perceptions. Growing invisible isn’t about aging, it’s about what others try to do to you, to me. It’s the truth of time, Continue Reading →