Isaac-Art

Favorite Quotes;

Lonesome night. Babbits bawlin', wind bitin' the bone. Night like this, full of voices. Ancestry howlin' at you, yibberin' stories. All voices tied up into one. One voice different, one voice, whisperin' out there, spyin' from the dark. That fangy devil Ol' Georgie hisself. Now you hear up close and I'll yarn you about the first time we met, eye to eye.

I believe death is only a door, when it closes, neither opens. If I care to imagine heaven. I would imagine a door opening. And behind it, I would find him there, waiting for me.