Against our better judgment we had let you in to stay. Continue reading “The welcoming.”
Chaos rides upon the void to enter a world unprepared.
For the void is not a place, but a bridge which keeps itself empty.
Bringing through from one world to another and never holding on.
The void cares not for what it brings or takes away, so long as it remains a void. Continue reading “Unseen visions.”
The world sleeps as night time comes, the unsavory and just alike watching over them. Continue reading “Stilte.”
So still the waters lay before me, the ripples outrun as they make their own way behind. Continue reading “Rowing.”
The days go by like centuries when I know you’re far it’s dire. Whether in the fields and tending crops or cutting wood for the fire. Continue reading “A love letter.”