It was the night before. When all through the world. No words, no dreams, then one day. . A writer by a fire. Imagined all of Gaia. Took a journey into a child-man's heart.
I. From A Dusty Bookshelf. . II. All That Great Heart Lying Still. . The nightingale is still locked in the cage. The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs.
Come and share this painting with me. Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed. . This deep sigh coiled around my chest. Intoxicated by a major chord.