The first stream of light begins to wash away the shadows of the night, producing images of movement previously unseen; waking images of a lucid dream. Good morning.
Unstable minds are like the shadows cast by wind chimes. The shadows consistently shift, only staying still when the wind dies down; every breeze changes the arrangement. It is easily stripped of its stability in a moment. The weather, the time of day, the shadows...
I tried to do this on my own. I tried to guide others When I could not guide myself I tried to see Through eyes that were closed I gave my heart recklessly Yet, I could not love myself I see so much light around me, why then am I left in the dark? Let me...