The road to hell ain't nothin' compared to the road for a flight delayed.

Songs burn from the inside and the out.

Thoughts and feels on Radiohead

At the end of the day, we are all just walking each other home.

My emerging savior complex rears it's heroic head.

I watched an artist battle his demons, and I understood completely.

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him.

Upon the shores of Biltwurt, Entwhistle in Eastern Wysterica was found a tiny blue gem.

Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are always becoming.

where rubber meets the liminal road

Where the wheels pause, the world waits.