I found I can care again.

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Reflections and realities

In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

slow horses can finish too