I am the leader of vast expansesThe purveyor of one-more-chancesThe grey area between right and wrongThe entrancement of songI am the advancement of g..
In the opulent voided presenceof this vast, prodigious skythe milky atmosphere is curdling in my bonesThe planets, like salient orbssing down to methe..
I love the swings as it feels like falling.The faint whisper, the loss of consciousness to the mindReality is malleable, and it is cast by the connect..
It's 1950, and a little African American girl from Philadelphia travels into the future to see what life will bring two decades fromnow. Filtering fro..