Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.

Each day has its own joy. Find it.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

this may be the worst one yet

The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

Every day is a new day...

Sit with me and watch me make some art

Now is no time to think of what you do not have...