Somewhere….
Somewhere in between reality and fantasy, where it’s always either dawn or twilight… Somewhere with oceans, rivers, woods and meadows, …
Somewhere in between reality and fantasy, where it’s always either dawn or twilight… Somewhere with oceans, rivers, woods and meadows, …
There is only so much pain I can bare to inflict. It is considerably less than the amount I can …
‘Come’ he said, taking my hand and guiding me over a stile in the old stone wall, the wood creaked …
Breathing becomes easier when facing the sea, The air, tinged with salt, fills my lungs with my mortality, As the …
So, the spoken word? How does that work for you? Personally I’m not sure how it works for me, it’s …
Possibly more rambling than coherent… We shall see. I’ve always loved words. I love how they feel on my tongue, …
I want to rest my head against your chest so I can feel your warmth and listen to your heart …
There are many types of weather here, a lot of different winds; the wind becomes familiar like old friends baring …