The elasticity of our dreams can take us to unspoken worlds, but our innate horror of the unknown is what weighs us down. Fight it.Travel to the isolated coils of smoldering dust trapped in our dusky...
We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.
A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.
Selfish little flower dancing beneath flames do you dare drift in this wind alongside me? Take my hand and let us see skies untouched by night. You are not alone. Never have, and never will be. Death...
Little dove, tread carefully in your dreams. You are not alone in them. Others seek them too.
You deny the existence of magic. It's tragic. Aren't you a child born from the ashes of stars? Born from light to decide a life?
As long as we have children seeking unrealistic dreams, anything is possible.