The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be
A familiar voice echoed behind her as she was about to leave.
I pen misery with dark black ink that I draw from a hole inside of my chest
For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.
But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.
It’s never the things that matter.
This is just another fish tank.
“This is why I tell you never to go out alone.”
The only thing that disregards - Is that you won’t be there to
The RAA members have to unleash lawful havoc.
Welcome to the Carnival of Dreams and Memories
The dark wintry night was descending. The unusual tranquillity was reigning everywhere.
A blur of city lights.
"Let me tell you a story."
Somewhere inside the deep beyond, sits my life-sized, pint-sized sparrow home.