It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →