jbquirk
From time to time one gains some inkling of the shades and themes of a great sensitivity that lies at the heart of the human mind. Without bound or impediment, it stretches to touch all of the world. Don't hold that you have grasped my me…
Whispering shadows approach the scene, Serene they haunt the aching mind. A coldness, and the shuffle and the shuffling Of subtle, silent blackness. They grip the cold hard ground. They touch the hard cold earth. Hold fast. Held fast. T…