Comments about Julian Spence
oh how the wild wintery weather hath come and filled in the empty crevases withen my heart.
where the bleeding and weeping memories have just simply fallen apart.
frusterated and dilusionally in pain, in pain of another horrid loss. where more mourning will soon reside.
then to be shamelessly replaced by more fake and decieving displays, that only cover emotions.
something of such a matter could be easily avoided with a good mind.
but only if i had one, a better mind at that. wouldnt you say then, that i'd be fine?