A life lived beautifully, if not with perfection; and love given in earnest, if not always to the right recipient. a heart that is full and beats with purpose, but in the eyes a faraway look, in the soul a constant churning. would that he could, he would appoint himself VICEROY to all the world’s dreamers. he would shake them from their apathetic slumber and toss them down the road to their splendid, suspended, intended destinies; and freed from that responsibility, he’d go off by himself to contentment, solitude, and harmony…… but no. You see, for every dreamer awakened it seems there’s two more sleeping, and there’s the “true” behind the “blue”. Long live the Blue Coyote, the haunted one, Viceroy to all the worlds dreamers. Godspeed.
