To Wander As A Dream · 9:31am Sep 7th, 2014
From the night and nightmares I awoke as but a shattered and empty shell of existence. Shifting and shaking in motion and stillness, withought purpose or design. An empty waith of life without the flicker of a spark that would show the reality of my soul. The wandering of many empty spaces and forgotten places was the curse I was born to, and the curse that I lived for. But I did not wander in my paths always alone, for others would join me for but a time. Coming to sit by my fire in oceans,