Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I'm not saying another word...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of dreams waft
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of dreams waft
In little concentric circles at your feet
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of thought waft
In little concentric circles at your feet
Just as confusion deafens the sky
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of thought waft
In little concentric circles at your feet
Just as confusion deafens the sky
kelp like clouds swirl through the maze of thought
L
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of thought waft
In little concentric circles at your feet
Just as confusion deafens the sky
Kelp like clouds swirl through the maze of thought
Little fishes swim through the breeze of the mind
M
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Blue
Curtains
Defy air
Even as wind blows
Fleeting wisps of dreams
Grow and fall before you
Hallowed billows of thought waft
In little concentric circles at your feet
Just as confusion deafens the sky
Kelp like clouds swirl through the maze of thought
Little fishes swim through the breeze of the mind
More winds, more waves, in my sea, in the blue curtains.
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
new
opaque
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
New
Opaque
Purposeful
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Just currious why do you always start a new one when you get to the letter m?
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.