Mirrored faces reflect faces mirrored.The mirror can break,appear as impassible spindles of web,and sometimes it can shattermy only doorway to my utopian psychosis.  The voice that emerged I didn't recognizeit was holding conversations outside of meto a being, I...

Dear death,I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief...

     The sun had reigned throughout summer’s dusking day. Windy it was as it raked through the grass needles carpeting the graves, save one with the scent of fresh turned earth. The occasional clouds dancing with the sun...