Surely, if God were listening to any prayers, he would be listening here: listening to the loud incense that burnedRead More
And as I stopped to stare into the void of the night, but none held my heart as much as her music. Lisbon's music.
She's still holding on.Read More
"Somestimes, I wonder if it was worth it."Read More
I began to promise myself that one day, someone will look on my works and have the same reaction I hadRead More
Sometimes, you'll never be part of something you want to be a part of.Read More