The Architect

For I am development and you are my muse My job is to break you and ignite the fuse As you are the infinite in being and soul It’s time you rise up and fulfill your true role

Grey and I

Grey and I are friends For we are smoke and we are fog We make up the burden Between black and white Between barren and absolute Grey and I are friends For we are sighted but intangible We curl in with mystery and illusion Between solid and nothing Between tactile and sensory Grey and I... Continue Reading →

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