sharkite

some where the moors echo and ice bre aks under the silence of my speech, where the roads are singly laned & even the birds neglect to sing, where the cast iron doors op en with unoiled creaks, where fog lays a heavy dead- weight on the earth and thoughts are muffled by its (un)nakedness

Memories... Are like tumbleweeds, blowing. They are seen for an instant, sometimes longer, then disappear. This is how long memories last in the length of the world. Stories... Are memories that were related to others. Stories can be told time and time again, sometimes changing, growing. Still, stories fade away. Tales... Are stories that have grown beyond a simple memory. There are many things that weren't there before. Tales, too, will eventually be forgotten. Some lucky tales are told so often, by so many people, that there is not much truth left in it. These tales have become... Legends. And still... A legend will fade awa