Nineteen strings to express her melancholy, corollary adorned with blood cerise. For she gapes upon the golden deer, Afraid, abandoning the tool of harmony, scampering through the woods she goes. Symphony stricks the golden innocence […]

In the void, Away, unaware. Where the voice reaches but never returns. Nebulous ideas . Constant pursuit for oblivion. Livin’ in vain Believing the contrary Eccentrism is absurd. Typical is embraced. Approaches are disdained. Approach […]