Shall I praise Bacchus, Dissolve myself in an aged vintage. I ought to splash my mouth, In the lethe's grace. Paint my face and forget How I lived an...Read more

I wish the day would come, The day when the future has finally begun, The day when my sorrows are in the past, The day when my joy will finally last,...Read more

the steady sound of raindrops falling, the cool breeze against my skin — leaving goosebumps in its wake, surrounded by dark, gloomy architecture m...Read more