If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
Light a Flame
XVI The Tower
So here we remain, in this twilight refrain, caught between freedom and comfort’s chain.
0 The Fool
the clouds rolled in and covered my skies,dark they have become like my sun will never rise.the winds were piercing and the rain was cold,all these were brought in by endings unforetold. now the clouds are gone and i can see all the starsagainst the clear evening skies, glistening like scarsof past hurts i can’t... Continue Reading →
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