Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Dear readers in this small corner of the world... Today, I sealed my fate. I purchased a plane ticket to Ireland where I will meander for about one week.
Looking up to see the walls of my heart Crumbling and scarred Carelessly marred At least I'm down here and not in my mind Dark and confined Practical time I swear I'm okay... at least I will be Too dark to see But I'm optimystique Some day, I hope it'll flood or cave in Leveled again... Continue Reading →
I step inside... It is absolutely frigid. It seems as if the walls know too, clad in their stoic gray-blue semblance. I dare not run - it could spell disaster for myself and all of the other apparitions locked in here with me. Yet mayhaps the only way to know for sure, the only way to capture... Continue Reading →