Maelstrom, Chapter IV:
I'm right here I'm your star-crossed lover I lie here like a starless lover I'll die here as your phantom lover _(Lykke Li)_ * * * My toast was exceptionally burnt that morning. I suppose the _point_ of toast is that it's burnt bread. But there...
Maelstrom, Chapter III: Crown of Love
If you still want me Please forgive me Because the spark is not within me (_Arcade Fire_) * * * Reynard sat on a couch in the entryway to the hospital ward, a clear plastic bag full of his belongings next to him and his black hooked cane propped...