Before I begin, I wanted to say this is the longest post I've ever created and I'm really proud of it.
If the world where a haze of black and white. I would be the collector, the man of broken shards and pieces. I sift through the darkness and the light, always searching for them. My body a shadow. My eyes burning bright. On do I search, through the dark and the light. My… Continue reading The collector of broken hearts
New post today, whoop whoop! So I had a thought today, about myself and how I become so immersed in fiction I despise returning to reality. It amuses me how my mind becomes so caught up in a world so unlike my own and yet so similar. How characters on pages are related to everyday… Continue reading The immersion of fiction in everyday reality