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

Rainy Friday

C'est Tout from Moi @ 4:30 PM
I love the scent of the cool air after a heavy downpour, feel the crisp wind rustling through my hair, embracing this refreshing moment. It seemed to wash away whatever troubles that are lingering on my mind. Cleansed away the old me, renewing me once again...