From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.