new paths bulding progress unknown

time pauses for now, more will come but time is being slow ideas come and go some easy to exicute others not

wake up

standing upon sand was a ornate wight door leading to posibiltys just like his dreams

path

nightmares of a cabin crystals liging the walls shadows that cry like birds and bones cracking memorys locked away

the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end

can we fight her as she whispers in the dark

those places those faces he awaits a deadly fait or perhaps not 4 kings once ruled now there heads lie down only 2 remain the stage was set, the play was made only time would build to the crescendo in the meantime the prince and the owl they wait

i cant bring ourselves to find ideas but il keep trying

hes deep within now isnt he ? i supose so do you think any of them will understand the choices or the paths maybe not still i think no i hope they enjoy it when hes done with it yes i agree and if he finds the time to realitys may colide somewhat too hm i agree