Just be better

Dreams, prophecies, or warnings?

A fresh smell of bible, like a soft fern, climb up my fingers. Things are acquiring the sense of an exact geometry. That's why you have to be, even if it's hidden, in a curve of my fingers. Now all things

The day we stop learning is the day we die. Author: Michael Scott

Bleary-eyed, i went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone... The date was 13th july, my 345th bithday.. It would be my last.. Three of us we were the only ones left,

Song of the crickets Down a path of delight   A turn trail reminder As it strays from the light High branches cramp closer Press down the tree trunk With a scatter of squirrel Opossum and skunk Not passel

Foreboding photo of storm clouds gathering as more snow set to batter Britain