Leasure Stories

A cycle born from nothing, let the world know that all things become naught, for each of the falling ashes shall be like snow

From the depths of existence the cycle is born, a story of lies is told. In these worlds all things lead to the ends of creation.

Doctor and lawyer

My childhood told, in all its tragedy and wonder.

Compilation of random poems that popped out in me.

The cycle continues on, all things distorted to truth though born of nothing