wystswolf

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

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.

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