Reflections.

If only what was within was easy to find.

Breaking Surface.

The ghost of a memory hot on our trails.

Away with the Clouds.

Until the next bout of rain...

New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Graves of Past.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Of Stars And Fate.

What words shall ever be enough?

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