The Path of Poets
I opened my eyes and I saw a cloaked man behind a desk. It was odd because I was not in a room. The ceiling and floor were nowhere to […]
I opened my eyes and I saw a cloaked man behind a desk. It was odd because I was not in a room. The ceiling and floor were nowhere to […]
you can feel it the little pieces of yourself just sort of crumbling off and floating about as if you were dissolving into an ethereal cocktail of both sensation and […]