waning crescent moon something new is approaching inconceivable
I wish for moments of storytelling; a time to construct beautiful art and whimsical lines. I hope to live in imaginations, taking you with me through the magic of time.
Dreamt of scene; Panic within a familiar place. All of the exits locked. Trust in the unfamiliar; A different path of escape.
Waking to a dimly lit sunrise Smiling at the hope of promise Day darkens quickly Shadows pummel a shaken spirit Seeking salvation in the darkness Falling towards despair Lying within […]