Endtimes of dying…

"The truth shall set you free..." I hate cut flowers. They remind me of life; beautiful and dead, already... Oftentimes suffering becomes a choice, a moral and an ethical one for the times when lying and cheating against our very own selves becomes a burden harder to bear than truth itself and its consequences. Life … Continue reading Endtimes of dying…

“Guard your heart, above all…”

or Orwell's 1984, revisited... "Who controls the past, controls the future... ...who controls the present, controls the past." George Orwell It's never been easy to return... Anywhere... Especially to places echoing unwanted memories, long gone past times stubbornly alive and well enough to torn -always nearly- healed wounds. Then comes the bleeding, the tears, and … Continue reading “Guard your heart, above all…”

Abiding deep…

Abiding deep, like drying, reedless water; unwanted, bitter tasting washer of anything offered, dumped, forgotten there, where light has never thought of dying... Making its way to any fountain, well; to any pond. For seas are salty teardrop oceans, eyeless witnesses of what it was when clouds were roaming free embracing winds, of south, of … Continue reading Abiding deep…