A distraught Sorrow was lying face down on the floor, right beside the desk where the telephone was left hanging. Continue reading Princess #9
In awe, your gaze follows one string of light that went towards your left. As you reach the end, you see someone else staring back at you. Continue reading Dream Journal: Strings
You don’t want to forever be haunted by words left unsaid or things left undone. Continue reading Reflections On The End
It’s beautiful here, and I can’t wait to share this place with you.
Continue reading A Letter from Heaven