Whether wished or woeful, the words still seem to will their way. To me, or through me- to you, whoever, wherever you are. But the clouds of my own sentience seem to shroud what should be said. If anything even should.
Tag: inspiration
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.6.26
Even the fullest of lifetimes can only hold so much. Maybe that’s the trick about the whole thing. A singular existence can only contain so many multitudes, no matter the vastness that might otherwise appear to be.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.22.26
The solstice passed, almost without my notice until the last bit of light lingering about nearly escaped beyond the horizon. Meaning yesterday. And meaning literally, the longest stretch of daylight since this hemisphere’s bout last year- and I hadn’t realized the date until it had nearly gotten itself to night. It was quite a scene,…
The Veracious Facade 