isthmene
May 11, 2006 11:00
Full moon is just about here.
And the Flux is at its height.
Everything changes. Everything falls apart.
Nothing can stay the same. Nothing ends without something starting.
The soil we pile on the graves of our lost dreams, watered by tears, provides the life and love to grow us new ones.
I love you.
It will be ok.
love,
flux,
loss,
moon,
change,
grief