In the Time Between Moonset and Sunrise there is glory, wonder and passion.

The life of a fleshly organism is a calm heart.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Notes from the margins of a drifting soul.

A man's heart leads him like a slave

What you’re waiting for is still being built. The delay is love, not punishment.

An absence of words, an absence of rocks.

There are no words for the weight, only the sound it makes dragging through time.

fish from the stream of my thoughts

The dream whisperer hovers near me