The tempests are assembling in harmony, marveled by the processes of nature, and oblivious to the cries of our kind, that nothing of ‘our...

Away from the wrestling crowd, which has its stems submerged into a perfectly stagnant lake, and unto the land of solitude, which sees...

I do not know, because life doesn't always permit and everything that is, only a fraction of reality that is playing in an endless loop....

It’s a rough world out there, with so much to contradict the very notion that life revolves around, epicenters struck with unending...

It’s raining elegantly here—curtains withdrawn and silk undressed. Moments under the silver roof and the hostile curtains. Whispers are...