Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

Trying to focus on dreams worthy of pursuing and keep yourself from getting discouraged. It can be hard to find that balance between hope...

Love is like a force of nature. No matter how long humanity has existed we have had different ways of symbolizing love. Across endless...