Dreaming, dazing, twirling, exploring, These are our nocturnal states of bewilderment. With each spellbinding trip, We see further into the depths of our own insanity In the forms of riddles and symbols, Action and colors.   Each night that we slumber, We openly invite delight, despair, excitement or fear Into our personal intellectual palaces Where … Continue reading Dreaming



Light from a full-moon came down in waves through the cloud covering, washing over Eleanora's dark locks that she twirled between her index and middle fingers. It was a habit that she held for as long as she could remember - maybe it was a nervous habit. Regardless, she always twirled her hair while she … Continue reading Moonlight