My Magic Mirror: Your Road.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Your Road.

Every time I believe in fate I lose something I love.

posted by Anacryon at 8:00 PM

0 Comments:

About Me

: Name: Anacryon

Anacryon of Io (born ca. 570 BC): one of the Nine Greek lyric poets, notable for his drinking songs and hymns.

View my complete profile

Previous Posts

It is the question that drives us.
Fall.
Confess your sins.
Will-o-the-Wisp
The innocence that breaks
A need to create something.
A blissfully quiet Friday night.
Appendices
Domestic ambitions.
Paint the world