More than anything I just need to know that the unimaginable is possible.
A grand adventure is yours unique, if you decide that’s what you seek. I take a peek where my dog would sleep, a tiny corner by the door, still I have room to scribble more. I wait for the thoughts no more than before, to take me away to another shore. My feet sink in as the tides begin, stealing the sand as though my toes won’t know.
Time is spilling through the glass, but never does it spill the last. A million a grain to mark the past, creating a mountain whose shadow is cast. Through the glass containing it all, the future arrives while watching it fall.
We see time end, and turn it again.