The eternal cycles of nature are a loving relationship.
We can’t hear our screams.
Far across the way.
Oh, Mab, please grant me rest.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of the past. I can’t be sure it was actually there at all.
Tap, tap, tap.
She gives life and takes it away.
Keep pushing, Sisyphus.
Ol’ Bill’s advice was superb… “Screw your courage to the sticking place.”