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

Mindless Ramblings

C'est Tout from Moi @ 1:45 AM
The hot and humid weather is driving me crazy, the main sole reason why I am still up and about when I should be dreaming of myself riding alongside with my prince-charming at some enchanted 1930s chateau in the beautiful yet undiscovered land of the French countryside. Yes, it (the hot weather) is also responsible for this gibberish talk. I need to get some rest.