AdventureAdventureA world of shared imagination, dagger cloak at the hand. Treasure, limit of the human mind.Escape from reality, you, you and many others Travelers of many realms.Fight, befriend, gun and magic, puzzle and blood.Sword in in the sky, automaton at the bottom of the sea.You are him, you are they, you are many.You are the one with choice. Crossroad of infinite roads.Hero of the peopleVillain of hell.Realms of imaginationThe map is in your handsStretch your handAnd turn the game on.
Windows of LoveWindows of LoveWho i am? I see thru the windows, the countless glass doors to the was, the could have been, and what never was meant to be.Many are they; they gave me memories of love, joy, lust and grieve.Mostly grieve, grieve of the gentleman who let it be, the virgin anxious boy that was, the tired young man that lost his cherry to a woman that didn’t believe I his innocence.Broken for love , wondering once and again in a barbwire of despair what he should have done on that night where he rushed to be with her , HER , the one he didn’t believe he could meet and with who he passed date after date in the most magical week of his live , with who he almost found absolute joy , but he didn’t she told him she made her feel safe and yet she was afraid of the next steep , he was ready , she wasn’t so he as the gentleman he was always meant to be stopped , the damage was already done , she broke his heart like a bullet thr