Youth Always Tries To Fill

This Great Blue World Of Ours Is But A House Of Leaves, Moments Before The Wind.

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.

Why Did God Create A Dual Universe? So He Might Say ‘be Not Like Me. I Am Alone.' And It Might Be Heard.