The Dreamers We Were

"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still sad music of humanity"
~ William Wordsworth

This is the collection stories and imaginings that have been generated from the thoughts in my mind during times where I think of the pitiful lives of humanity but evenually rotted and became only the bones of untold stories. Concepts of ideas that now wait to resurface.