scorp

It's withering flowers unique numb gloss, it's what dies inside of us while we live

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?

The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

make an another world for me through the mirror

A short and sad story.

Relax and let Life deal with it.

...is a strange thing.

Love Part 3 Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys!