More pointless pictures or bombastic blogs? Where does it end? The many novels and intriguing gods collapse into the clear night skies while the early mornings swims dissipate into the sunrise. In the end, it's just a whirlwind of nothingness eager to embrace the shadows of Mother Night. Maybe the cold currents of the northern pacific or the warm waves of the far southern sea will carry my soul in the depths of a world where I belong, a world where I'm understood.
