In a crowd or on our own, we walk alone.

if you go as far as you can in one direction you might just become exactly what you’re running from.

and the nothingness swallows you whole.

Poetry is my one passion—my one love But, what do’ I forgo’ What infernal fires glow? In this life there—of’ What other things, what of’ “Do I not understanding know?

Inspired by the ballet.

this is a story of good vs evil, and the tale of a young girls ordeal after being bruatally attacked finds herself in the middle of an angelic war trying despertly trying to save the ones she loves.

Jack looked at the plants. They were quite bushy now, and sure enough, most of them were covered with tiny flowers. There was something about them that made him feel slightly uneasy.

About 40 miles away, Mark Lynch, for that was his name today, smiled at the stewardess as she handed him his coat from the Business Class wardrobe.