The whisper, unheard but screaming, returned in the quiet hours before first light addling my mind. It spoke un-truth which shakes the other. My labor, all the more important in these days is slowed.
The whisper, unheard but screaming, returned in the quiet hours before first light addling my mind. It spoke un-truth which shakes the other. My labor, all the more important in these days is slowed.
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.