"Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough."
"Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god."
Heaven flame of the ancients."
Atma of Masta Buildas
The wind runs its fingers through my hair, and the lights from the traffic ahead of me, pierce my eyes with red. I wish I could grab the streaks of light and shoot them into the sky like arrows. The cure to growing older is silence.