Even The Air Feels Different

The Circus Itself Is My Personal Ideal Entertainment Venue.

The Sensation Reminds Him Of The First Snow Of Winter, For Those First Few Hours When Everything Is Blanketed In White, Soft And Quiet.

I Couldn't Tell The Difference Between What Was Real And What I Wanted To Be Real.

To Be Rather Than To Seem.

It Is Perhaps Both A Blessing And A Curse That Fictional Worlds Spring Into My Mind Nearly Fully Formed And It Takes Quite A While To Sift Through Everything To Find The Story.