I'm a house made of long mirrored walls, Broken pieces live inside my endless halls. I'm a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors, I'm a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos. Sometimes, I'm just a toy in a child's hand, To the philosopher, I'm a window to the human …
Nightmare
It's one of those nights where I know that you are waiting for me to fall asleep. But this time, I'm waiting to see you as well. ...
Origins of an Invention
Soul Spies
Everytime I had to choose a road among many, I've always found it painful to......