Is my mind a stateor just a state of mind,I have slipped into recovery,but only in a delicate kind of way,I can hardly imagine what that meanssome kin..
The warriors sleephigh in the mountain,A cold wind blowsthrough the cavern,he feels her warm handaround his own hand tolift him from his mind,he glide..
I find myself driving westinto a pinkish blue afterglow,swansong of a setting suna beckoning beacon.I imagine the little shack,nestled there beside th..