MageJournal post from August 27, 2009 (repost)
Entry from MageJournal from August 27, 2008:
Found the middle path through obstacles of dream, filling out and filling in when nothings as it seems. The lessons learned list on from the tails of orange tabbed kitties. Undoing scars from reasons past. You know that’s never pretty. I offer you my tin can hand. And my shrapnel place. You offer me your one last hope, your one last search for grace. Upon the heaping piles of rot in this charnel ground. We make our stand and take my hand with damage all around. Suited up in chaos, knowing nothings as it seems. We slide ourselves together in the places in between. Where we might craft ourselves a dream. A small, unfettered dream.
