Suppose forever was a trap; have you fallen?Suppose always didn’t mean a thing, could you see…
About series: This is the story…
I made the earth a friendwhen I lay back on the grass and watched the sky.
What if participating in reality is to sleepand wakefulness is a dream?What if…
Don’t box me in, don’t limit my worth.I’m not a muse, I’m the voice that’s heard…
Welcome to the measured townfull of stone angelsfull of whispers rotten footsteps…
The tables turned in June. But it’s July bearing the brunt.