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a storm of change.

a storm of change.

we watched the sky, saw the clouds paint it black, a breath of foreboding staining a canvas that was once covered in a million shades of blue there is a storm on the horizon and we are becoming something new, dark light meets white shadow do you feel these winds of...
Lingering Demons

Lingering Demons

  I know we all have demons You’re mine, with your clouded soul all bound in smoke and your penchant for diving into the dark We are two halves of a melancholy heart that together are dangerous, but still I find myself struggling to fall asleep, caught...
Haunting

Haunting

She lurks in spaces where shadows are spun, the ghosts of things yet to come, a figment of your wild imagination, a lingering haunting of your own creation to show you exactly who you’ve become, and watch all your pieces slowly come undone Breath of Words©...