A chance.

Why do you love, you ask? Why does anything exist at all? There are things beyond reason, answers that dare not be questioned, and quests that can never end; Something as pointless as existence and unexplainable as the cosmos. Some may call it an illusion, you might even be delusional to call it An essence … Continue reading A chance.


“The dead shall rise again” cawed he, resting on my shoulders; always preaching. “The roads to hell go through the heaven, the path to heaven is of thorns and blood” His claws dug deeper, every time I looked away, the voice denser, the further we tread, “lift your head up and show your shame” My … Continue reading Crow.