Flight in skies, Skies great height. Flight take flight From morning to night. Sun to moon, Moon to sun. Flight be light, Flight be fun. No flight be short, No flight be harsh.

Friendship can be a wonderful thing but not necessarily...

Blink once, twice. The light here is cold water.

I am back sitting on the old chair, in the porch in the backyard, pondering about life and things to come, of the ways of the world so wicked and wrong, of the good laughter and warm hugs

It’s rightly so, as we had dispatched many of them from their physical existence. We had fed well and the euphoria surfaced in our song to Luna.