Balls deep in sheep…

And out on the plains the wind dances with itself, no partner for a friend,
No lover leading by the hand, no romance in sight but the long dark of night.


Trust, more than just a word.

It’s one thing to be trusted, it’s another to deserve it.

I am therefore I suffer.

Unexpected, unforeseen,
Unsure of all you seem,
Unawares to your purpose,
Resisting what I mean.