Reclusive by nature, writers favor to create a fantasy world.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

Reclusive by nature, writers favor to create a fantasy world.

Open your eyes. Let life in and welcome experience.

Living is so uncertain and hard but I feel there is so much more purpose instead of a future so black. I want to never be afraid.

Every breath we draw, every instant of life must be called into existence from love.

Tomorrow the prince turns into a warted toad, I know this well enough.

Nobody thinks about human life, that we kill people with secrets. There is no horror, that is the appalling thing. The emotional reaction over it will be infinitely bored, casual, and complacent.

Dusk had come tumbling into a gloomy night, the squalid streets waiting for a sin loving soul in quest of a call by desire.

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We keep marveling at the utter peace at hand as we left the rush and the emotional turmoil of work.

Change is a mere consequence of living so I had better be content.

You are fierce and quite capable so try for yourself.
