There is only trust, and peace, and water

Everyone identifies with love and thunderstorms	words about the wordless, like planets around the sun	A Man Saw A Ball Of Gold In The Sky	what happens now
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.	When we speak of magic, we conspire against death	Wings of Fury