
Shadows are, unnaturally, long in the continued glow of un-light that fill my home unit. All now question the meaning of it, but show strength. I sense my labor is coming toward an end, but with a menacing purpose.
Shadows are, unnaturally, long in the continued glow of un-light that fill my home unit. All now question the meaning of it, but show strength. I sense my labor is coming toward an end, but with a menacing purpose.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
Required weekly reading for the modern guardsman
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.