I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.
I should never stop walking.. when there are stars I walk toward them and when they fade I follow the sun.. thank you for sharing those beautiful words, images and for sure the beautiful piece by Dustin .
Dustin O'Halloran has just beautiful music and it fits so very well with your Journal
Kind off topic and you might been asked this few times, but how do you large the thumbnails and have them still be connected to their deviation page when you click on them? I hope this isn't a bothersome question