hello there.
i am not a writer, though i enjoy writing as a hobby. i am mainly an artist, working with different mediums, and i also try to express myself through piano.
music for sanity. music helps me to comprehend feelings and inspire me as well.
people interest
Against the coming obscurity of nightThe lights of the restless cityBegin to illuminate the outline of the towering buildingsAgainst the hazy dusk of the horizonA myriad of people crowd the streetsAll connected, but they don't knowThe stage is setThe scene beginsShe wanders the streets aimlesslyYet with a hidden purposeHer da... More..
she seems to beforgottenno heads turn her wayno voices echo her nameshe looks, searching for some familarityfinding nonenone at allhead bowed down, she glances at the flooralone in the midst of peoplesilently watchingjust shoes walkingjust muttering voicesnothing for hernothingat allshe thinks"i can face this. i can make myse... More..
It was a misty moonlight night. The wind whispered quietly as it blew though the ghostly trees, its leaves rustling. The footfalls of horses galloping echoed through the night, as a long nosed and crane-like man galloped on his old farm horse out of the trees frantically, followed by a headless horseman on a black horse, clut... More..
Maybe it started when I was born. That might be it, because everything seemed to run downhill from there. They were right. When you die, everything seems to run in front of your eyes, everything you've done. Everything you could have done. And you lay there, fading away, feeling entirely pathetic. And there's nothing you can ... More..
Once. A town, perched near the ocean, gifted and plagued by dense fogs. Lovely, in a haunting way, something that once you saw, you never forgot completely. Somewhere, the memory would still linger in that dark corner of your mind, and come back when you thought it was gone. And it would leave you wondering why. The town does... More..
Margaret West
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