My fear landscape would take a century to complete. I would never be able to escape a maze. My life is like a box of chocolates (I eat them everyday). I believe we all have imaginations where the wild things exist. I try my best to write these peculiar thoughts onto paper, hoping they don't pop out into reality (like a certain ink heart I know of).
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Silence In The Cottage
AD 1809...
When her husband leaves for town, Evelyn can not help but ponder about the estranged relationship...
Unknown
I wake every morning to my own deafening screams.
I feel unsafe when I leave the house, followed by a shadow...
Forgiveness And Faults
Is revenge the only option?