there is a subtle beauty in madness. an eery wonder within sadness. like the musicians of the titanic their final lullabies dancing through the air amid the screams and the panic a moment of beauty an expectance of fate a beautiful surrender as they perished beneath the waves
I watch life float by like a dragonfly riding the breeze. I need to seize the current like a brick of gold, soar ever upward, above the swamps, and dead lilies. Transcendent light blinds temporarily, but it's necessary for new sight, and stronger wings.