070609 The smell of incense is intoxicating, it pulls me in, back to earlier days,

041109 I had been waiting,

1 Explosion there's a kind of certain simplicity in perfection

Fragments .

Discrete It's times like these I think it's such a pity that parallel planes never cross

City Lights Watching the sky and the city. I'll win against the formatting one of these days.

2 Acquaintance Seven years later, I still know pretty much nothing about him.

1 Summer's Snow The first nights of this summer were so cold.

1 Worship I've found it.

1Sincerity An attempt at symbolic imagry.