Along Comes..

I am one half of "NVMB", this is our blog, I also put out books.

“Miles to go and miles to leave

behind the lurid city gleam

All things familiar slip

beyond recognition.

Now, we are strange,

Now, we are leaving—

Free, flying free of disaster

to the undiscovered wild

Free, flying free to a place

where new chains will bind us.

Now we are strange, now we are leaving.”

These will be over this song (note: not the final title, I think…)

NVMB&thensome