Repeat
Time. Time has a way of curling about itself; when something so terrible happens, that it sets motions through time.
The Not-a-Clock
I am the Not-A-Clock. I do not pass the time. I do not live by increments,
Nor mark them with a chime. I have no hands with which to point,
No face to read my thoughts.
Fallen Leaves
Another ordinary day, dream like and blurry. Clouds pass overhead and their reflections can be seen sweeping gracefully across the surface of the water.
What Is Harmony?
What is harmony.
Still Free
“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being...