Tiny snowflakes; gentle kisses. Wishing for eternity. Sobering chill of the night.
The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward […]
Stars beyond our reach; Dead roses on the pavement. Night is upon us.
Listening to the tides; Beneath the clear night sky as the fire dies. Dissipating imaginations rise but something stokes the flames and the fire burns hot again.