I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart. just in case anyone up there is listening.

I dont ever want to hurt anyone but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

Time is the most threatening four letter word.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I write letters to you that youll never see.

In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

He looked at me that first day like he had just found something hed lost a thousand years ago.

Like night dreams stores often use symbolic language therefore bypassing the ego and persona and traveling straight to the spirit and soul who listen for the ancient and universal instructions embedded there. Because of this process stories can teach correct errors lighten the heart and the darkness provide psychic shelter assist transformation and heal wounds.

Someone smashed a flutterfler and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Wyrd to piece its broken body back together. She filled its empty vessels with dreams and it became the stuff it used for blood. It brushed her cheek with its wings then flew off -- dancing in the hot air.