Memory of the Lost by Go Shiina In the walls, many stories. Frozen in time, They long to be free. In this museum of memories; Finding my way I search for you. Crystalline fragments of all I see; Shining brightly, glimmering. If I could only reach, Than I might be complete. Fleeting memory; Turning to ash, how can I escape. My persist, in this futility. On » Continue Reading
Sometimes I like to go out for long walks by myself at night and reflect on my life. I have a journal with me at all times to write down my thoughts, I stand or sit anywhere and write them down. When I can't put my thought into words I try to draw them. Sometimes I take pictures of the empty roads, without a soul in sight, my friends and family saw the photos I take and said I was pretty good at i... » Continue Reading