Glimpses of ages past beckon and taunt my soul. Forever calling and reaching out sultry hands through time. They linger so unmercifully daunting that they persist in this weary mind lost in an era and place imploring to find my way home....
....Into the darkest recesses of night. They long to share their secrets and embrace my every thought. To reveal distant memories and whisper so softly. That which reflects my sorrow and anguish, caresses me like a lover. Solace is my existence. Myself....
"тωєηту уєαяѕ ƒяσм ησω уσυ ωιℓℓ вє мσяє ∂ιѕαρρσιηтє∂ ву тнє тнιηgѕ тнαт уσυ ∂ι∂η'т ∂σ тнαη ву тнє σηєѕ уσυ ∂ι∂ ∂σ. ѕσ тняσω 域 тнє вσωℓιηєѕ. ѕαιℓ αωαу ƒяσм тнє ѕαƒє нαявσя. ¢αт¢н тнє тяα∂є ωιη∂ѕ ιη уσυя ѕαιℓѕ. єχρℓσяє. ∂яєαм. ∂ιѕ¢σνєя." -мαяк тωαιη
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Glenx
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They call me the instigator, but I'd like to think I'm merely an observer.
Window is now spelled with a W.....wait I meant O...'wondow'.
» I do art in the freebs forum.
Look for me.
Window is now spelled with a W.....wait I meant O...'wondow'.
» I do art in the freebs forum.
Look for me.