I forget how to adore nostalgia//Aching unendingly, with no respite...
There Will Be Peace
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VIII: What Sense is There
Moment by moment You next chapter is in progress And as much as you won't like to hear this The words are scrolling past you With every tick of the clock's second hand With ev'ry unfurling of rose pedals Should you meet a wizard It would be well worth the second to make a note... Continue Reading →
