Twirl Into Madness
The Plenilune Witch.
“Listen To The Warm” by Rod Mckuen
”I live alone. It hasn’t always been this way. It’s nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt in. It proves you’re still alive. I’m not sure what it means, why we cannot shake old loves from our minds. It must be that we build on memory and make them more than what they were. And is the manufacture just a safe device for closing up the wall? I do remember. The only fuzzy circumstances is sometime where and how. Why, I know. It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.”
I am a vessel of possibility,
Bearer of the perpetual heart.
Anything can happen.
Everything will happen.
And things will never be the same.
“I’m Waiting For You.” - The things the heart whispers at night can drive a person mad. Last night it whispered nostalgic words; tearing open a healing wound. And instead of letting it eat me alive, I created this.
