Calliope Dreams
Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.
Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.
Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.
To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity.
There is a stillness before the day begins—and in it, we almost remember who we really are.
Sometimes we return to the dream, not because it’s true, but because it’s the only thing that ever made us feel real.
The deepest thoughts spill into the darkest hours.
She Was On His Mind Like A Song On The Radio
I didn't listen to Tom Petty and came around here.
Firesides are for lovers and friends.
Listen or suffer the consequence.