true elation is emancipation

a heart unknown

Hollow Head

in distorted lines, hearts are confined

memory bends

the womb tomb

sometimes spirits never break

everyone will always do something

you will always be special (but also not unique)

where can I go, for my light to glow?

Technolojungology

from the label to the grave

wield or yield

Zar

a wartime timewar romance

walking through time

feelthetruthandhealtheideal

Spirit's Daughter

two become one and one becomes two

sentimental compassion is the bane of caring