Tales from Graves Beyond

Never did I realize the waking dreams of a wet soul until your eyes crossed mine. Slipping and sliding through the celestial view, walking on the spheres therein. Free falling, left in the Spring to smell the sweet scents on my own. Through sunsets and whispers on winds Summer ensues, while I’m left to touch my own senses thinking of you.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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