Unordered Tales

Paradox

A Paradox, A poem, 12:15, it's gone. 1 minute of silent, pen scratching, head scratching, tick. 60 ticks and one thought gone. I could draw for ages...

Always Morning

An anchor weighing to the depths of the crystal ocean. style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Glass air bubbles drowned prematurely. See above sea, blurry...