Burning

november '19

The Unbecoming Of A Journey That Was Never Walked

I'd Probably Look Back Too

Thus Sang The Magician

Conforming To The Patterns Of This World

It All Came Tumbling Down

Do You Hear That, You Free Spirits?

The Unexplainable Big Gloom That Is Bound To My Skin Doesn't Let Me Sleep At Night

The Emptiness