The.StoryKeeper:
you come most carefully upon your hour.
The.StoryKeeper:
What's better than a kite? A magic kite!
The.StoryKeeper:
It's so hard to understand And often we are blind. But if truth were an ocean, Would it fit in the pool of a human mind?
The.StoryKeeper:
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
The.StoryKeeper:
hardly a child when she swims through the night with only dreams to keep her warm
The.StoryKeeper:
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
The.StoryKeeper:
What I'm mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don't see much future in it.
The.StoryKeeper:
Let me draw something for you with my brush that paints the clouds and colours the sky.
The.StoryKeeper:
Photo Challenge #11 - Edited Nature without Flowers
The.StoryKeeper:
The Sun
The.StoryKeeper:
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings.
The.StoryKeeper:
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
The.StoryKeeper:
I think the world really boils down to two types of people - those who see shapes in cloud formations, and those who just see clouds.
The.StoryKeeper:
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
The.StoryKeeper:
A Storm's a Brewin'