We’re all a tragic story waiting to be written, assuming someone’s so inspired.
Starry abyss I’ve wished uponbetween the listless, sleepless nights,is burdened beyond mountain heightswith woes that emanate ‘til dawn. In times of need, we may move onto seeking signs through zodiac.The constellations neatly stackedpaint a pattern across the pit(t). Who do... Continue Reading →
Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.