I dream of a place where the sounds of waterfalls weave their way through nebula arches, where fish can dance in the sky among the fireworks, leaving trails of star-droplets for me to follow. *** I want to crawl on the scope…
Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their darkness out like ink, to blacken the days…
Dark skies of woven from the fluid of fears, raveled from broken memories and lost dreams, shrouded by wishes that never came true. The heavens threaten a spectacle of white lights cleaving jagged lines into the fabric of the world, momentary glimpses of…
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