The world is cruel, but at least it offers reasons for its actions Somewhere down the line, we will find a pattern, and in it, an answer to our most burning questions
By Roan10 months ago in Poets
He stared across the abyss, his eyes trailing the massive canyon that cut through the horizon. It was incomprehensible. A quarter of the world—gone!
By Roanabout a year ago in Futurism
it starts with the quill hovering over the page you hesitate (drip) so many things you want to tell him
By Roanabout a year ago in Poets
Do not fret over your misgivings, for how could they compare to the love that you have brought to this earth? It takes only a glance to see the treasures you have left behind.
