Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

On A Little Note

On days such as this, right now at this moment, I feel inspirational and emotional as I penned down my innermost thoughts and feelings. Therapeutic indeed, I can never find a better outlet as calming (yet at times frustrating due to poor vocab) as writing. Am seriously convicted and hooked.