Make my thoughts into sounds.Drum like my heart pounds.Guitar solo how my soul seems.On stage where light beams,I display my feelings musically.So oth..
I get the chills as a cool summer breeze blows over me through the open balchony door. This reminds me of the coldness that has settled in my heart, w..
F**k this world. No one has ever created what I have, no one. What I have created is a monster, something unimaginable. No one can ever understand wha..
The young female narrarating this novel has a problem of drifting off into an imaginary world at inconvinient times. But this world is no dream, it is..