What do you do with journals when they’re done anyway Do you keep them for people to open one day When you make a new entry do you find...

When the snow falls Extraneous sounds hushed The cold fills your lungs As you tilt your head to the sky in wonder Stars smile back at you...

What do you fear? The shadow asked with a tilt of his head A great many things; the living, the dead. Pain, death, and losing the ones I...