Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
As I turned around to reply, she was gone.
Or will you bloom into a new life with me?
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
It was planned that Thanatos would remain on Earth for three years.
The crow flew past Kaiser and sat on a fence to get a closer look at Kaiser’s crying face.
It’s never the things that matter.
This is just another fish tank.
The only thing that disregards - Is that you won’t be there to
“This is why I tell you never to go out alone.”
The RAA members have to unleash lawful havoc.
Welcome to the Carnival of Dreams and Memories
The dark wintry night was descending. The unusual tranquillity was reigning everywhere.
A blur of city lights.