a weight lifted the hyenas have been silenced their cackles mere echoes in the distance…it’s okay to move forward now it’s okay to…
you dont have to blink.i know youre magic.little light about to leave.i got a screw for you if you dont…
Have you ever touched angel wings?Not those on the icons, silver or golden.Real ones. Magic ones…
Every write-up it’s a fight between me and the great whiteblank pages
I walked along the line,stood by the gate’s entrance,craving your arrival, patient,keys clutched close to my heart
The life I lead — Or is it “led”? A trotting steed — Where did it tread?
