Moths In Flight

We find and reveal all that we wish to 'follow'. There is no going back nor any forward movement. In this stasis of being events unfold in the same way the red carpet unrolls as we step forward in perpetuity. The road calls us and propels us forward into a future we somehow have both forgotten and embraced in creativity.

We are never 'alone'.

But then again anything is possible as we not only 'imagine' but out of thin air, create. No, even that isn't quite right in it's elucidation. As we fall on our sword we relish the opportunity.

In the encompassing darkness we find the light, as a beacon to which we attract ourselves. We are but moths to the flame of our desire.

That about says it all