I am writing this entry during a Thunderstorm. I feel the vibrations, and convert them into a sensation of drunken giddiness.
May you sail across dark seas without worry.
May you always feel upright and strong against the wind.
May the Lightning spin your mind into journeys of upperspace fantasy.
Upon that Lightning, I pray.
"Open the Gates. The Path is Made."
I am writing this entry during a Thunderstorm. I feel the vibrations, and convert them into a sensation of drunken giddiness.
May you sail across dark seas without worry.
May you always feel upright and strong against the wind.
May the Lightning spin your mind into journeys of upperspace fantasy.
Upon that Lightning, I pray.
"Open the Gates. The Path is Made."