The voiceless tranquility of our flame,our souls searing with passion still,yearning an isolation as silent as our emotions. This flameless romance, this desert - windswept of all fertility,populous with negativity. A fondness for solitude now,I withdraw from her as I say,"where...

It is not untrue to now say,how I have made my own wayacross every single distant sea,on this course to unfind me. A sacred quest here, alone,as if now meant to atonefor the sins that I committed,since all the receipts...