Baptized by kilowatts and ohms, what's left is waiting. The embers rise like incense carry prayers for what is next to come. Carry me on silver wings to meet with vulcan. To be forged anew and rise again above with arms of fire. Holding this common language in our hands. Find solace in the landscape. The best laid plans carry the weight of an entire... Read More
WOW that was beautiful--I'm assuming Haste is a band?--Well anyways that was gorgeous the words flowing like rivers with no end --Hope you and Allie are well--I briefly spoke to her earlier but had to vacate the puter cuz my head was about to burst with the worst headache I have had in awhile--Tell her hi for me--Love ya both