The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...

...

The sky shows off
a colourful bridge for me to walk across in hope...

A blockage you say,
Try another...

I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...

Absorbing
words through my eyes...

I hear the tapping of the rain on my window...
my mind drifting as each rain drop plays a...

Blood around the moon
during witching hour...

Once the cradle falls, its your
niche in life... that separates...

Like sun rays...
through detailed stain glass windows...

There you are, for all to see...
An intriguing picture...

Encompassed feelings bubble away, vicously...
Finally, I'm faced with the reflection that has...