On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

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...

Finding the Balance.

That's just the way the world works, isn't it?

To Excel or Enjoy?

The actual challenge here is to slowly start doing things for yourself.

Forgotten Drafts CH1- ‘Open Wounds’.

Healing is hard.

‘I Don’t Belong…’

Life is funny like that.

Art that Binds.

You just need to let yourself feel the connection to it.

What’s Not Clicking?

Power in useless hands is, unfortunately, still useless.

Same Old Thing, But With New Glasses.

After all, we all look at the world through very different eyes.

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