The Dark Is Always Present I feel the whispering trees grieving in the dark. The shadows now restless in the mirror. Nobody listens. Nobody hears. Nobody speaks of redemption. When the sun drowns in the lake, around 5:30 pm,… Read More ›
The Dark Is Always Present I feel the whispering trees grieving in the dark. The shadows now restless in the mirror. Nobody listens. Nobody hears. Nobody speaks of redemption. When the sun drowns in the lake, around 5:30 pm,… Read More ›