Blank pages walking by and asking us why we add onto them word after word that they did nothing to deserve.
Lonely souls traverse the ruined city. Lost in the shadows of what used to be. So many souls, yet such desolation. For they must first find themselves if they are to find others. Be they peasant or king, what does it matter now? They all walk the same path without prejudice. Need perhaps catastrophe be … Continue reading Ruins