Upon the precipice of death, rests life. Fragile, it is still all we know until we know no more. Easy enough, it can return to the oblivion from whence we know not how or why we arrived. A few tears, perhaps, enough to change it all.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.19.26
All for the story, or so often has been heard said. Through chaos and control, every pleasant memory and painful experience, even those that were so damaging effort is made to force their residence away to the forgotten. All we do, or is done in this life is for the tale told by our very…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.12.26
Is my great madness this hope that will not go?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.5.26
A day late. Something that hasn’t happened in years, and not exactly within the scope of my intention. Yet, despite the title, it is not longer Monday. And wonder consumes me almost absently as my contemplation seems not to know any navigation for this void.
