Wandering star..............

frozen, to myself. got nobody but myself. surely that aint right.
luck in the smallest spaces, like silver slivers under swift, cold currents in the spring of your mountain.
the rain may come today, collect in murky pools at the bottom of my stairwell. the clouds may collect today, come from far away dreams, above my window. the moon will hide herself soon and in that shadow, the bull breaks free and roams listlessly and dangerously. lumbers..........

lumbers.

"I never wanted it to end like this, but flies will lay their eggs."

"I think it's strange you never knew."

"good-night sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest..."