wystswolf

Do not be fooled by the lamp of the wicked.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

I do not know if I dreamed the turquoise, or if it dreamed me.

once more into the silly breach

I am roused and more alive than all the day before!

Heroes written by David Bowie and Brian Eno

dimmed some by exhaustion that comes and goes with thought

The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

He calms the windstorm; The waves of the sea grow quiet.

To stand still is the cruelest exile.