My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals...

She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he...

Say less Pursuant Pursuing a sound Windswept Constant Melodies that echo down A sheltered shadowed place Chambers twist like valves A...