: About Me

The Journey Universal is, what is felt. For some, it goes beyond what is real. When it does, everything, crumbles. Newborn, from the ashes, the journey, begins once more. Pheonix in, the hedgegrow, No, in the bathroom, Oh, in the kitchen, No, it's gone, for good. When light, is gone, soul parades, through the, muck of, left over day. Distant from, sanity, closing in, on the brink, darkness falls, and sorrows shrink. Pheonix in, the hedgegrow, No, in the bathroom, Oh, in the kitchen, No, it's gone, for good. Greenery oh greenery, Please save me, from the void. Pick me up and, throw me far, ...