They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...

It's after hours now and it's just me, the cat, and the day's ghosts they watch through my eyes, waiting and whispering from shadow-lit...

is knowing you would give every atom of your being for just one more storytime together in the rocking chair

Life is a gloomy rift glimpsed in a snow-topped creek; offering vague impressions of what came before, only hinting at the shape of what...

Your mind is a smooth, flat pebble crashing across an endless lake Each new hop on that placid, azure surface a little lower than the...