Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.
Arthur Conan Doyle
Lost in thought and in dreams
Enjoy that which I see in a place of desire, a moment of wishful thinking
Dragons roam within
I myself live within a storm. I hear the wind calling my name through the crash of presence, saying it will never let go. Push against me life. I will stumble and I am a child of the fall and for all I've done forgiving myself is hardest.
If you are under 18, why? So not a place for you.