Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
Yes, by this time it’s up here, I’ll be up flying away from this land which is more than my own. I belong here and the madness and the … Continue reading
I have nothing to say as I walk away, Re-birth they say, I nod. I am not leaving, just walking away a bit only to return to live a life, … Continue reading
Just when I thought the ‘story’ was over, the book tumbled out of my hands. An old pressed flower intact – as if the life I sought to deny was … Continue reading
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