I was nine when my father died. Until the day it happened I didn't believe it was possible, not really. Father was a general. He went to...

You see things differently when you know someone on the other side of the glass. They’re not a vague shadow anymore, not a shuddered...

“First the colors, then the humans, that’s how I see things, or at least how I try. Here’s a small fact: You are going to die.” -The Book...

A moment, just a single breath A choice to make of life or death Of fate confirmed or fate denied The Mage’s voice, the dead king’s lies...

The wind was whispering through Lil's hair as she looked back toward the setting sun. The fields rolled out behind her dipping and rising...

What you see is the hour when I’m functional Going to the store Driving a car Getting lunch What you see are the moments that I push...

Dysphoria has a feel to it, a physicality, a reality beyond the discomfort of the mirror. That's there too of course, the rising slopes...