I am a speck of sand.Floating in the cosmic dust that aimlessly wanders the Universe.I accept that I am meaningless beyond comprehension of my irrelev..
He had been staring at the blank white roof, for what seemed like hours. Carefully going over every crevice, every line whomever had painted it had ma..
A summers worth of memoriesCaught up in different flows and breezeAristocratic melancholyA world on fire, just for meA crystal palace made of iceA lon..
a senseless hope of creationmy dreams seem to glide with youturning me askewit dries me offI wake up to the morning dewthe sweet scent of memoriescarr..
Chapter OneHe took note of the sun peaking through the clouds warmly as if they beckoned to the ground and quite rudely shouted at the ground to warm ..