Amber Jones

Phycological description of a nightmare

The magnificence of our hearts. Follow your heart, don't cage it only to follow the words of the mind.

The job of your feet is to walk, but their hobby is to dance

They follow all of us at some point down the road, latching on to our conscience and feeding on the fears and doubts they inspire.

Have you ever wondered what love is?

Have you ever had that feeling that someone's watching you, like you're not completely alone? That unmistakable sound that comes from down the stairs, somewhere in the shadows?

Different realities. An unlikely person. A thrilling clash of reality and the paranormal.

Doubt threatens to tear Aubrey down as she fights to do what she loves.

Not all of us get what we want, often life seems to do whatever it can to stay true to that fact. But we can have it, we just have to be willing to fight for it.

A poem from a dying soldier

We all play that game, we know we can't fix what's happened, but we still say: "If only..."

Through the constant movement of our world, one thing is constant, time. Crawling and ticking in a continuous circle, never changing.