Welcome To the Masquerade
We all wear masks, or so I’ve been told. Intricacies fashioned of silver and gold. Painted smiles white and red will hide our troubles, our sadness, our dread.
Category: Poetry
Seconds (Sandcastle 2.14)
Waiting. Still waiting. Wind the pocket watch. Wouldn’t want to lose track of Time tick tick ticking away. Time never waits.