thus is the way of life. thus is the way of time.
sorry that i am not going, but i don’t want to ruin your day just because i’m feeling gray today.
you are an island – part of an archipelago.
empty spaces remain that – empty – as the night sky among city lightsthe star’s light has never been so dim beating echoing in blank roomsthe road ahead so achingly long,millions of doors slam open and shuta butterfly leaves your hand and turns into dust tampering with timethrows the mind into disarray,all remaining is theContinue reading “dangers of imagination”