March of The Sky Gods

I've grown tired, but that doesn't mean I can stop. It's an endless cycle, circle that I find myself in now.   Start at the end, in the middle, it didn't matter. A minute longer and I would persuade myself it all wasn't worth it.   Comfort has long been estranged from any type of … Continue reading March of The Sky Gods

Words Said Too Late

I guess we'll have to wait; though you were always punctual, never fretting over every little thing. You were like a perfect picture that the universe devoured, like a star only loses its shine.   A couple days ago, you were an architect, an artist and an explorer. The world held only so much for … Continue reading Words Said Too Late