The path behind is twisted, the path ahead unknown.

“I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.”

“We all have our safe places, where none are invited. They are lonely rooms full…”

“Tired of the sea,I need a tree that will hold my thoughts with birdsong;not tid…”

“LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHE…”