First there is perfectionLife set in wonderful waysand then there is a conflictshaking down to the rootsAnd so shall it…
I’ve been here for nine years. It hasn’t gone by fast. Every day is a walk through a misty dream where I work the job at hand and try to remember her…
The four-panel latch door leading to our cellar matches all the other interior entries, except, having stepped over this…
Now the time begins when my celestial being flies free. Without bounds, it sees through the lens of my mind a fragmented…