A secret:
Amelia Earhart is not dead, nor alive, she is suspended, laced in a web of time.
A moonlight conversation:
where are you?
nowhere, sewn into time's collar seam maybe. It looks like i am suspended over an ocean, the stars have fallen around me, Hercules's shield presses into my back, Pisces hold my feet, my head rests on Orion's back. My heart has sprouted wings it has flapped tirelessly like a hummingbird for 75 years 5 months 14 hours 17 minutes and 36 seconds. I am frozen. I am frozen in time, dried between the pages of your history books.
I am collecting star stories, could anyone tell me one? thetruffler@gmail.com, thank you xxx
