phenomenologist

I stand under the apple treeand allow the sweet blossomfragrance to caress my senses.The glistening dew and enchanting lightmingle together like a soft melodyin the Early morning summer mist. A ...

Round and round I’m bound. The sound, the fall, the revolving doors stall.Dragons bloodthirsty, they hunt, no mercy, seduction,. Destruction, corruption.We’ve lost, were lost, the cost the cost.Wo