Aigrette Armors

I am back to writing once again.

Theres a want to become one with the sands of time.

Not being able to sleep because it sounds like someone is breathing next to me is agitating -.- 

Waking up feels as if I'm being cast down into someone's else's body. The next few hours I spend are more about remembering that indeed this is my reality.

Hello everyone, and any new people who found my stories. Right now I have only my poetry being published, but currently, I'm in the works of seven short horror stories that will be coming out hopefully sometime soon. Until then I hope you continue to enjoy my two poetry collections.

After actually posting the poems I now abhor all of them. See? This is why I can't seem to get a story finished.