1115 – "To 3 a.m." A Poem by Mia Hollow

I belong to the stars under my skin.
To lonely Hearts.
To the dark.
I belong to the middle of the night.
To the shadows of men.
To 3 a.m.

-Mia Hollow


596 – “All that is gold does not glitter…”

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

– J R R Tolkien (more…)