Hues of Hope - Grace of the Sun
He wakes up exhausted,feels the same while in bed,his world is distorted,numbness laced with pure dread. All moves feel so stagnant,within his encaged thoughts,dull memory fragments,haunt false tales he once bought. Disguising sorrowed tears,wears a slight broken smile,his attempts carry fears,often seen as hostile. Raindrops produce music,that cascade on his head,gifts of hopes that may... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
