wystswolf

Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…

inspired point

so i stole them and stashed them here.

Looking into the book tonight

painting and listening tonight.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

an instant expanded to pleroma

Little memories eddy in the endless flow of the river of time.