There are two types of sadness. There’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do, or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all. But again, one has to remember…

I wanted to be alone. Alone with you, I wonder if it makes sense to you. I have been longing to hijack your soul on its way to purgatory. Perhaps I’d hide it in my treasure chest. When it comes to you, I don’t know what to do with the hickies that you left on…

He walked across many vast lands, most were empty and devoid of life. He knew the down trodden paths like the back of his hand. He always liked the feeling of how the way the earth felt beneath his feet. Each time he came across a river he sat on its banks and he felt…