Why do we love? Why do we love? Could it be we want the experience for ourselves? Or maybe it was a little trick of fate which spurred...

Ghost in Pages Is a year too short? I think it is. Maybe, I’ll love you longer than knowing you. You are close to me, your name...

Whispers of the unending summer I asked "what does summer mean to you?", all she simply said was "it's fine". No, it was not just fine. ...

Demise Shattered fragments of Tinted scarlet The soul less mass rests by; There lies my beloved , Grieving the demise of his own silence;...