The Journey of the Self [C:6-22-2015 U: V:2.10 T:P R:1] Perhaps I am crazy or perhaps not. Maybe I’m just a zero. Life is what you make of it, no more no less. I cannot give you an opinion or point as either would be both biased and egotistical. I can only tell you to […]
June 17, 2015
Time has consumed me as writing is but a mystery now. I write, today, in images, rather than words and yet The meaning and goals are but one and the same.
February 19, 2015
Like clockwork, souls arise again. Via car, via bus, via bike, via walking,
February 16, 2015
[C: 02-15-2015 U: V2.10 T:P R:1] I’m left alone sitting at a bus station. There were hopes, there were dreams, There were goals, there were desires, But none happened. I was left, at the wayside Like a doll without an owner, Like a building, with a foundation, I wonder when the late bus will come. […]
June 22, 2015
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