Words are wasted on those who don't listen, like seeds scattered on barren ground, never taking root, never blooming. They fall on deaf ears, echoing in the void, lost to the indifference of a closed mind. Better to speak to the wind, for it carries whispers to unseen corners, or to the stars, for they hold secrets in their silent light. Perhaps then, understanding might find a home where hearts a...

The lake. The lake where my skin crawls and i feel these cold souls lurking round my body constantly haunting me.Is this real? The water luring me in, promising secrets and chills, but delivering only the icy grip of the drowned. Shadows dance beneath the surface, teasing forgotten faces, and the trees surrounding it claw at the sky like skeletal fingers, forever reaching, forever empty.Each rippl...

Freedom. It’s a magical thing, being free from the thoughts in your head slowly suffocating you below the surface of what’s real.freedom is like being a bird flying away from your flock not being afraid of the future or it’s possibilities like a calming sensation of knowing you are safe....