I have balanced petals on the thought of your deathA spell of permanence cast on our romanceYou…
“Will you be thereIn every corner In every inch Tucked and cinched In my arms In your palms
Why though?The yellow birds still walk on the shadows of those softwood fir leaves through night. every…
“To wake upNext to youThose cheeksIn crimson hueTelling storiesThe night of pastThat…
Murmurs of my ghosts, I can hear you ~ unfinished…
The year I submitted my first short story, ever, anywhere, was the same year my…
“He’s here, he’s here!” the voices echoed through The halls. At last, the waiting…