Rings, Pastries, and the Future.

It is Sunday, and the evening breeze sways the curtains gently.


Another week ahead looms, and this weekend stands different from most. For one, it is happier and more free. Also, I found something beautiful. Rain fell in torrents and we all fell asleep, as floods drove people into waiting. I got home at midnight, and collapsed. Sweet, sweet sleep. Dreams took over, and I cannot remember.


Listless ticking falls into a corner.

...and it shall begin growing at its own pace.


And all the stars are out tonight


Imagination leaps far. Sometimes it is a good thing, and sometimes it isn't. Imagination spawns dreams and nightmares alike. It morphs into what could have been. And it is what might be.




the only decent post for the next few months, maybe. [isthisdecentthough?]