overturned stones revisiting the lies of november
Tag: freedom
all the ways we could have stayed sane but we chose love
where do we go when the quiet places have been taken over by demons
we laugh at the flesh while it debates its mortality
dream in my stead until the autumn night burns its last
post rain we resume existing
the cat watches curious as i glide from shadow to shadow
the dance continues of rain night and flesh
black market alley a retired version of death mongering grim wares
coffeeshop the mini whirlwind of leaves at my feet
elancharan gunasekaran 