my Garden of secrets.
basically a collection of dreams, thoughts, and other random stuff i wanna write down and hide away somewhere.
the idea of a garden of secrets (for me) comes from the personal 'realm' of The White Knight, who is also The Keeper (or Seer) of Secrets. when asleep, he goes to this realm and tends the vast numbers of flowers and flora, each someones secret(s), that consume endless rolling hills. there is no sun, yet everything looks and acts as if there is. in the centre of this realm sits a small cabin, full to the brim with many things belonging to The White Knight, along with gardening supplies of course. the cabin could be said to be a representation of his heart or his soul. i hope the things you read here arent too...bitter.