Soren Westergaard
2 min readNov 14, 2022


Hearts ablaze.

Shimmering hazel eyes, kind and beautiful, gazing deeply into my own.

Hope simmering.

Locks of luxuriant hair, abundant and wavy, flowing over her lovely neck and shoulders in cyclonic, whirling waves.

The scent of lilac; so sweet and becoming.

That smile, so alluring, so melancholy, unsure yet knowing; flashed brightly to set my world alight.

Holy fire filled my breast with newness and meaning and power.

A fresh, vibrant genius entered into my mind…

Soren Westergaard

Leaping from shadow to shadow; carving active runes into everything that I touch...