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...

The first time was not a lie. His mother let him watch the sheep all by himself. He had shouted: “Wolf! Wolf! There is a wolf!” But his...

there was a pearl buried deep somewhere deep, within my oyster of a soul. you had patience, patching me up gracefully, with sparkly lilac...