The ancient garden seems tonight
A deeper gloom to bear,
As if some silent shadow's blight
Were hov'ring in the air.

With hidden griefs the grasses sway,
Unable quite to word them -
Remembering from yesterday
The little paws that stirr'd them.

- H.P. LovecraftA month has passed since I last held him in my arms, watching the life slowly exit his ( Read more... )

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams- W.B. Yeats ( Read more... )

My travels have brought me to the edges of one's preconceptions ( Read more... )

What a purely peculiar sleep I have had ( Read more... )

To all who reign triumphant in their own personal hells ( Read more... )

Happy Hallowe'en, all you ghosts and goblins!

Watch your backs.. The Trickster is on the prowl..

It is true. I have not wholly vanished, yet do remain in common silence. My meaning is not profound, nor are my reasons. Call it simple world-weariness. As of late, I do experience brief flashes of satisfaction but then.. nothing. And thus returns my distaste and detachment with this so-called life and what it might offer for me ( Read more... )

My thanks, all who have responded to my recent post. I am glad to see that some still do remain and are well.

For now, I leave you with a simple, lyrical thought that struck me from a song I happened to come across:

I found out one life ain't enough
I need another soul to feed on
I'm the flame - I just can't get burnt
I'm wholly understated

Having momentarily acquired a space and time for personal reflection, I thought it only proper to leave the mortals and immortals (that have not entirely forgotten me) a little scratch of writing, a little reminder that I am still quite alive, so to speak, and well enough ( Read more... )

Good evening, all ( Read more... )