Maybe I would have gotten more out of enjoying frivolous joys if I cried harder for it — a foretold disposition towards my own attitude;...

spirits can’t escape — they have no place among the living, the joyous. building a playground on deceased land is such disrespect to the...

Here lies my inner paranoia, would say the tomb, it'd be built on the edge of seeping shadows. The illusion is dissolving scrawled and...