Sometimes we return to the dream, not because it’s true, but because it’s the only thing that ever made us feel real.

Whatever our souls are made of, these two are the same.

She Was On His Mind Like A Song On The Radio

I didn't listen to Tom Petty and came around here.

There is something sacred about the hush before a spiritual gathering. That quiet space where the mind begins to shift, and the heart leans forward.

In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize

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

Listen in the quiet moments.

Joy Division – 1980

I lifted this from Poetry Unbound by Ó Tuama, Pádraig