Across the ocean, but forever, as we read each other's words, we are together, be it the dark of night or Dawn's first bright light.

“As daybreak rips the fur right from this wolf’s body, the sun is salt burning my bleeding flesh; I endure in silence.”

Wisdom and the purity of youth radiate and burn behind the dark gaze;

distant yet piercing, the eyes forever to burn in your memory.

And the music is like a feather from the wings of the soul.