I'm told there is light to bestow//Whether it be premonition or afterglow...
As a Gemstone Facet
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Sticky Notes
I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
December Rose 