• When you read this, please read it with care and in take of symbolism and deeper meaning. It is what I try to grasp my readers in:


    Deep in the swollen forest the rain never stops and the sun never shines. There is no morning there is only night. The clouds linger in a dark whisp of evil and all life begins to fade. Rotting down to the very bones of swollen timber and sunless leafs. Everything remains a bitter moldy green. The sun stays up in the sky, wandering to high and though we might reach for it we can not grasp it's warmth. We can only wait for it to touch us. But in the deeps of the swollen forest a young girl resides with pale skin and swollen eyes. She cried her tears and remained sleepless for days. The tears had swollen her heart and slowly without the sun it begins to rot. She looks for the warmth and though she tries to grab it she can not reach. She can only sit there and cry and wait for it to warm her cheek.