Where The Wild Things Are

Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake

Sorrow.

Agony fire all over

Lanterns

I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns

All the time in the world.

If time were not a finite pleasure for our mortal selves, what would you do with it? I would learn every language there ever was, modern, historical, fantastical or nonsensical, and endeavour to create my own. Read every text ever written, starting with all the banished books. Study theology, philosophy, etymology, literature, sociology, history and…… Continue reading All the time in the world.