Somehow it all flows on, and I give thanks for that.
A fiercely protective melody.
Once upon a time, there was a maiden who lived in a tiny cottage with windows whose curtains were made of stars.
I was lost in my own conceit
let’s luxuriate in that
That’s what it’s all about. Appearances.
I will show you things about rivers and moons when you are ready.
I hold my wise blood inside.
I mean, who is this guy?
It’s been a wonderful opportunity to correct my thinking, to be honest.