Ah here comes the depth
Here comes the midnight walks
In an empty field filled with ghosts
And blood and
Screams from so many past lives
I’ve been here too many times
To care much about the escape
I’ve come this time to dance
With the shadows
-Sasch
Empty Fields
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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