Completion — was just what has always been aimed for. Though paths went on, dwellings were always onshore. A desire to perfect things beyond...

For as long as I can remember, I have been inclined to visit museums and galleries over almost any other attraction. Whether traveling alone...

ANTIDOTE:   a whisper So many lifetimes forged  into a glimpse of lines, a mere encounter with words,  and a whisper of souls,  that existed...

A thousand storms rage in the soul, Yet not a single hair shall stir; Among the greys of howling wind, A single blossom begins to bloom. / 4...

A dew-kissed blade of morning grass, Embellished in shiny drops of liquid glass, In the field of earth-scented golden daisies, Opened up to ...

I would speak of things that matter, And of the many that do not. I would tell of moments worth preserving, And those better left forgot.  B...

In qualms of one long, breathless night, My breath spoke out with mirthless might, With oxygen nowhere to be seen, How long has this night r...

I let a tear drop roll down my eyes To witness the path it carves; It rolled down as smoothly as it could Through the soft, lit terrain of m...

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