Diffused Destinies

Because life, as life is, comprised of endings and beginnings, I have come to expect less and hope to be surprised.

Low Mercy is not such a bad thing. I find that it is actually more comforting than counting lies.

Within each illusion, there is always a state of Grace. There are often days that come at us like nervous birds. We can either be swept back into time, or move against it.

I say this to you gently but I will not abandon my language or intent. It is hard to resist getting lost inside of a Dream. The pull of Love can be stronger than any Truth.

I fold my hands and feel as clean as a bone.