It never comes oft; Only in waves and crashes. Sometimes I lie in bed, Only to think of your ashes. It’s been many years now, And I still recall your touch The taste of you in the air The feel of my fingers in your hair…   Casimir Aldair slapped the book away, his shoulders […]

“We will commune soon that you might continue your path back to spiritual rightness and you can then offload some of these feelings you have been carrying around. I suggest writing a diary of your daily experiences that I can better understand your perspective.   It is perhaps hard to imagine, but the Holy Inquisition cares deeply for those […]