To Touch Upon The Whisper Of A Shadow,
To Brush Against The Subtle Web Of Truth,
To Hold In Your Hand The Vision Of Serenity,
Is To Dream Of My Reality.

And all I leave you with is one last footprint in the snow...

It is October 31st, All Hallows Eve. It is snowing and I have blood on my hands.

Death will outlive us all

Leave if you intend no Return.
Run if you have something to Fear.
But Stand if you are Strong enough.

Of whose reality do we dream?

Gossip is like butter;
You shouldn't spread it thickly, but it's too tempting.

Though I have no money, I am wealthy.
I may be poor in coin, but rich in love.

*Friendship is the greatest gift that can be given or received. Thank you, to my friends*

But the Mirror never says I Love You

I'm not yet ready to clip my wings, but when I choose the feathers fall forever