Vagabond
There is an emptiness, I can’t explain. An old man who lost his optimism and now covered in disdain. I’m a vagabond seeking refuge. I don’t know where I belong; […]
The Hounds
The sun is setting rapidly. Our gates in shambles; our walls have crumbled. It is time to start packing. They have released the hounds; the end is here.
Space
Time is moving toward the vastness of nothingness—light vanishing at the unseen endpoint. So much, emptiness; my thoughts do not want to be alone.
Vague
Eyesight losing its reception of colors once profound. Images are becoming black and white, dulled by the perceptions of gray.
