Paw Prints From A Cat On A 15th Century Manuscript 

my last two brain cells

Yellows travels💫

if i'm safe

from evil eyes

it's only because

i'm blessed

by your eyes

-Rumi

Flowers, important stuff.

There’s always something good coming. Remember that.

The Traveller

Song by Chris de Burgh

In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,

Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.

A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,

And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,

Where the traveller goes, nobody knows

A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside

(Maybe he's on the run?)

Get back from the bar! A stranger in town is a dangerous sight

(Maybe he's got a gun?)

"Bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while."

And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,

Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,

You can almost smell his revenge!

And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:

This man is gonna take him to the very end

Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.

(You laid him in the ground)

Suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.

('Twas you that shot him down)

He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below.

With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller I'll go,

With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go."

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,

I can almost smell his revenge!

And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:

This man is gonna take me to the very end

And they were never seen again!

i always forget how addicting it feels to read a book and not want to put it down. it happens every time; i should know it by now, should know that i'm going to spend the rest of forever chasing that high, feeling it every time i read a new page or crack a new paperback spine or read a new dedication, but it’s always a pleasant surprise. i think we all know it, right? one more chapter before bed, one more chapter after that, so on and so forth. we all know that the inevitable will happen and we all know we'll will be sucked into the story for the foreseeable future, but we never plan for it. we never schedule it. it's a spontaneous familiarity, like knowing exactly what the crack of lightning looks like across the night sky but still watching through the window in a midnight storm. it's everything i could ever want and it's all that i have at the same time.

Rainy travels

That guy on the bike, IS the main character.