Namquam tibi
"Shoot you off that Fucking Ignorant High Horse >>>" Good thoughts, dangerous thoughts, wonderful thoughts. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant water. There are swans- a female and her chicks. She's honking to them. One by one they rush to her side, and disappear underneath her feathers. She is shielding them from a world that is distant and uncaring. As the breeze carries a melancholic tune, the air is heavy with the unspoken ache of longing for a sense of connection, emphasizing the poignant beauty of their isolated existence. You thought that escaping to this haven would lull your thoughts of him- but they're ever present, reminding you of your loss. Misery loves company. So why are you alone? Wallowing in your pain. One cannot be lost now, for the shadows are all you seek. You can smell the change in the air, it smells like hairspray, and apple pie, it is the smell of sadness. T-t-t-ten Hail Mary's you meditate for practice. There is th...