Death is only a reality for the dead. For the living, it's unknown imagination!
My Return to Clay
Ooh! What will be the signs before my time knocks? Will my caller yawn loudly as giant city clocks? Will signals be hidden as a king’s torn socks? Will I crack in pieces as cursed building blocks? Will I snap and drop as fake Chinese Locks? Will it come with a quake leaving behind shocks? Or... Continue Reading →