I stood on my tiptoes to see a bit farther, To see past the people and over the trees, And over the forests and past the blue mountains, And then I looked farther, past stormy gray seas. And I just kept on looking. I looked past the clouds, And I looked past the skies and then out past the stars. I kept looking ahead 'til I couldn't see farther, I stood on my tiptoes and saw beyond far. No, I'll never forget what I saw on the day That I peered past the world and all that it contained. I saw past forever, past all that we know. I stared at eternity from my tiptoes.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.