impermanence.
night strolls towards day crawling inch by slow inch until amaranth blooms across the black because…
night strolls towards day crawling inch by slow inch until amaranth blooms across the black because…
yawning skies stretch, and underneath the blankets of clouds, a lazy sun rises over snow crested…
november brings it’s own kind of wrath i hear thunderbolts outside but they don’t compare to…
you’ll find her in the treehouse made of ash and alder, an ancient soul locked inside…
we tried in vain to find some comfort, a lesson in the language of the almost…
wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where…
behind this orange, ominous view, the warmth within became foreboding, more lovely terror than light of…
it is raining again within me it a l w a y s rains in september…
With The Wish, Eva Lenoir does more than capture the libido. She steals your heart. This…
these nights are slowly killing me i called for you again. do you see me sinking?…