Thursday June 03, 2010 at 1:52
The Infinite Conversation: Just Fine White Sand Swirling Up Into the Sky like Pulverized Bones
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that…
This post was reblogged from The Infinite Conversation.