Insanity leads to chaos,
Then to solitude…
The fruitless effort of adding
Meaning to what is meaningless.
A lone, crimson tear
Falls to the sea…
The echo of the remaining star
Cries out in the infinite vacuum.
The least I can do
Is send my distant prayers
Over the wind of time,
Setting sails on dreams…
The Poet – Chrono Cross (PlayStation Video Game)
Writing, Reading, Living, but mostly Hiding 