“To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue; look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth ♙♙♙ The beginning of their journey, however doomed, was faltering. Their blissful moments together were like orchestral crescendos fill...
In the soul of every person, there is something that tethers them to the Earth. An anchor, in one way to speak, it binds them to their humanity, to who they were and all they could ever be. There only has ever been a few sporadic occurances in which a human soul refuses to latch onto another and whilst these people m...