The spandrils of magic that weave or fragile control into a tapestry of life and Godly amusement are embelished in knots. Little knots hiding in the fabric. Tangled knots making a gnarled mess for anyone with the heartwill to fight them. Tight knots of indestructible build. Loose knots that can be unweaved. Those knots are what I write about.
I could have been Anything But it would never be enough for you Now I know I lost you a long time ago Only love Only love Even though it's Not enough Only love Only love Even though it's Not enough. *firstaidkit*
