T'is this place where I store what is held dear in my life.
T'is here I am both heard and ignored, with no sacrifice and no glory.
Welcome to my port. A work in progress and a finished piece. It is all dependent on what the moment presents in its ability to move or remain unmovable.
Check back if you wish, or flee from the scene to never return. These are your options. Or I suppose you can soar like the eagles, and never leave.
Whatsoever you choose, I wish you the happiest times to encounter, and the grandest of dreams to explore.