The blitheness outweighs the bleak//In the morning, in a meadow...
Ever Revered
I walked along the path I knew//Yawning, I walked easily through...
Finding the Garden
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 →
