Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) … Continue reading A Stolen Life
“I miss the music,” he thought. “The women used to sing such wonderful songs. Full of power and beauty.” Only now was Taro beginning to regret his long journey, as the nightly winds chilled his weary bones.
Sweat rolled off his forehead and burst upon the concrete floor as he examined his work. “Finally, a moment of rest,” he thought to himself, and rubbed his aching shoulder.
There’s nothing like exploring the fringes of the galaxy to figure out what you want to do with your life.
Has it really been 970 years of sleep? To think… Almost a millennium of time that never was. Oh, the dreams I had! I would almost do this trip again, if only for a millennium of vivid dreams.