What we achieve is not the end of what we desire.

A dark form of poetry…

Eh…still got it.

A poem about suicide and a possible cosequence.

Don’t just sit and watch your life pass you by. Live it.

Ice cream parlor = purgatory.

A murderous tyrant relays his experiences in hell.

The battle between reality and dreams.

Nothing but darkness in this little story about a male dominated purgatory…

It’s hard not to long for sleep when you know you’ll dream of the person you love.