We dream, we heal, we are reborn.Intellect is a hot thing in the hands.Without life, one cannot breathe.You and I are travellers of this galaxyairing our differences with space.Only a traveller can unpack this suitcase.Some say there is no season for camping.Look up at the stars, there is no reason.A hunch is angel talk.Love remains explored.To navigate the story is neverto become one with another ... (read more)