Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

Resurrecting Vision

I heard what you said now it moves my head birthing ides I do dread. My heart is empty fed. Once you did hypnotize back when I was surprised by your wit you supplied in times when others lie. My enchantments blinded the fact you are divided, of which you had decided, at the very…