We have a secret weapon. We have no place else to go.
We have a secret weapon. We have no place else to go.
The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.
Whenever I see someone with an abundance of empathy I want to ask what heartbreak they have endured, for compassion…
Language unstable as sand, but poets Strike on hard rock, carving Rune and hieroglyph , to celebrate Breath's sweet brevity.