Nebula, they call you. Or maybe, simply, Dreamer...
Nebula, They Call You
The Things I Believe
Would you believe these are not impossible to me; these are things I breathe. The things I see...
Star-Lit Sea
We live anon unto infinitum, we may do things we can't perceive...
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Dreaming of Love That Doesn’t Know My Name
The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
Whimsy-Roamer
Slog in the Weighs of Barrie
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Dreamers & Sleepers
So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice
