Are we in conflict, you and I? A war of words? For they sicken me as much as you. Only in forgetting will we find ourselves once more at play in the arms of this mysterious place we cannot name.
Truce
The Miracle of This Being Here
The Miracle of This Being Here
Are we in conflict, you and I? A war of words? For they sicken me as much as you. Only in forgetting will we find ourselves once more at play in the arms of this mysterious place we cannot name.
Constant Voice 