Out of that cryogenic sleep The first sentient thought was one of hunger Gnawing and unnerving in its depth An untraceable urge The thick...

Pulling at the cosmic roots I find the river calling I fall into the Heaven's wrath I hunger for a ruling Setting fire to discipline I...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

First fool day of April. Admittedly unsure of what to make of this. Written under the influence. No average joes allowed. Broken pieces...

Communication can be difficult, even more so when there is physical and emotional distance between people. It can often feel like we are...