Let the lavender grow in your heart. Let it blossom and manifest it's roots deep within your own. All of the others that have died merely...

I strained to hear the music of the slow moving fan. Others may have slipped away quietly, but I returned. Under symphony of colliding...

The sea of years, the dismal depth of time, so enticing when your skin is still new and your dreams are untouched. You tread so...