351 Quotes About Jazz

Dream images swell against the mind's sleeping inner shores

Witchin' stitchin'Stitchin' witchin

The night window is a pitched dark mirror reflecting back the room's bright warm interior.

Pull up a chair and get comfy as the pages get flying for a wild ride through many different worlds of story. I'll catch ya later after I turn the next page, chapter, or maybe two, or ...

The cold bright moon hung low in the sky. Weeping as it set.

Barely caught thoughts whisper timeless weavings in my mind.

Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb.

Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds.

I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page offering neither encouragement nor any compliments at all.