The film 'Anastasia' brought up my memory of the music box.
Father, you've ignored the messenger for far too long, and the princess may choose to run.
Inspiration comes in many forms, including the timeless clash between dominance and submission.
A collection of messages for the endless.
A reply to a new yet ancient love.
For the Lord of Time and his Lost One.
A princess of the Moon and her traitorous consort.
A mournful piece for a memory.
A friend asked about why he can't seem to find his special someone, I reply.
The ocean is both creative and destructive.
Would you answer if the past called you? A meditation on a childhood incident.
First post where I attempt an introduction.