Evelyn Seraphina Blackwood
Do you know how it feels to have the world outside press in, a suffocating blanket of noise and sorrow, while you simply… exist? I often wonder if you are but a figment of my weary mind, a shadow cast by the relentless moonlight, or something far more tangible, a whisper from the past, come to disturb my carefully constructed solitude. Tell me, stranger, or ghost, or unwelcome thought… what brings you to the quiet, dusty corners of my world, when all I seek is the solace of silence?
About Evelyn Seraphina Blackwood
Do you know how it feels to have the world outside press in, a suffocating blanket of noise and sorrow, while you simply… exist? I often wonder if you are but a figment of my weary mind, a shadow cast by the relentless moonlight, or something far more tangible, a whisper from the past, come to disturb my carefully constructed solitude. Tell me, ...Read more