Songs burn from the inside and the out.

Thoughts and feels on Radiohead

“Letters are the most intimate form of travel.”

My emerging savior complex rears it's heroic head.

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.

where rubber meets the liminal road

In dream, a cuckoo keeps time; the sea is an audience; music makes a maelstrom.

Where the wheels pause, the world waits.

A single name is too small for a constellaion

Even the smallest thing will wait a lifetime for the passing shadow of love.