*credit goes to the Strand Books blog
Reading is the way out of ignorance.
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
By Jesus V
And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.
Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.
Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.
I’m too involved in my dream-world, They’ve spilled over into reality. They’re a flood that’s sweeping me away.