A little goes a long way...

Knowledge is a dangerous commodty... and even moreso when paired with a need for it...

I hate the addiction... Almost as much as the precognition that it feeds.

I do see the road you travel, even when you proclaim to be sitting on a mountaintop just enjoying the view... I see you dancing in the valley, rolling in the loam. I see the flowers you surround yourself with... in a garden I am not welcome, nor do I apparently belong.


I feel the thorns of my own garden and weep tears for the blood they yearn to taste...