I walked past the lamppost, trembling uncontrollably, trying to search for a meaning. Scathing with my own existence, I felt a little err...

This world, a crazy place to be if you are trying to find an escape, unto the shadows of glamour—to walk like the cosmos did each night....

I know this gets old, but please hear me out. The flowers are dying, and the stains left on the ground as it falls—they too will have...