...I might leave behind one truthful piece
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
Ross, pt. II
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →
When I Was But a Child
I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →