Dreams are such frail things. They come and they go. They're forever shifting and churning. And they constantly make us wonder what is real and what is fantasy. So come. Make your guess. What is your ...
Big city love
Why I love my city.
A Rag Doll's Dream
Lyrics for myself. Prompted by the image of a rag doll on a sidewalk and wondering what she could be thinking. A song of despair, wish, and the universal feeling of being a misfit.
The christmas story of Stella continued, if you want the full experience you've got to read "1. December" before you start this one.
city lights and country sights
The Metropolis of Light
The Earth's cries echo through this empty shell. Waiting and waiting to be restored. But time is cruel as so are the people. So we sit alone, waiting, for the Metropolis of Light
The life of a commuter
Rinse and repeat until we do not exist.
I didn't write for a long time. This is a short thing that got me back into it.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It's the noise that's always there, but you rarely ever hear. It just exists in the background, slipping by.
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