When I Was Young...
When I was young, I had a dream, Just a small house, down by a stream, Far away from all that mattered, All the dreams that ended shattered, Just a home where I could roam, And be me.... Call it causality, maybe reality, Call it a...
Warm Up - 11 | Dying of the Light
hopefully i can retain this style, improve upon it, and generate more story through it. enjoy, and thank you for reading. warm up - 12 will be a practice of warmth, and 14 a declaration.