July 2011
16 posts
“The skies are expanding and bruised. This house is cold and quiet, my footsteps follow me. Maybe it will rain. Maybe it will storm.”
—Little Bird Sings
“This is a travesty of the ages
Breathing in the last glimmers of sunlight from yesterday
Even sorrow wept at this tragedy” —Infinitely
Breathing in the last glimmers of sunlight from yesterday
Even sorrow wept at this tragedy” —Infinitely
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
—Anaïs Nin
