Did you know the world
was going to end? Ours? Yes, look
into the mirror.
Image By AlfvanBeem, Prague Astronomical Clock (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...