Passing on to heaven. The love of a life well spent and what is to come. Saturday morning will post Gloria's Eyes and Forbade the fruits of the Concubine.
The opening passage to my new poetry series A Heart so Hurt and Hidden
This poem stems from the inevitable passage of time, and the intensity of its speed and journey. Often, childhood memories are fainter than they once were, which reminds me of the afterglow after a su...
(Not final) Don’t need to worry about spoilers as it’s the introduction passage. Also, apologies if the cover art is mediocre, I drew it in ten minutes.
Passing on to heaven. The love of a life well spent and what is to come. Saturday morning will post Gloria's Eyes and Forbade the fruits of the Concubine.
The opening passage to my new poetry series A Heart so Hurt and Hidden
This poem stems from the inevitable passage of time, and the intensity of its speed and journey. Often, childhood memories are fainter than they once were, which reminds me of the afterglow after a su...
(Not final) Don’t need to worry about spoilers as it’s the introduction passage. Also, apologies if the cover art is mediocre, I drew it in ten minutes.