Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

It's Lovely. I Hate It.

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.