ink stained pages

rifle through the papers…

The musings of one who is certainly not a poet, and the accounts of Opus Mortis.

To Whom, Hello there, dear friend. I hope you are doing phenomenal and that you still hold that beautiful wonder in your heart. I, myself, am…in limbo. Grandfather is ticking unceasingly, almost tauntingly—well, I struggle to ascertain of whether it taunts or excites. Regardless, it marches down towards my absence. Yes, I apologize that you…