I have 29 years before the next upheaval. Before that crazy planet comes back to wreak havoc on my life…


I have 29 years before the next upheaval. Before that crazy planet comes back to wreak havoc on my life…

Don’t rain on my parade…

At dawn, the ashes cold, the tree still stood, but his heart was scarred by the flames, scarred by grief…

Our scars protect us, without beauty we are worthless…