
Ignorant Chaos
“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
rich and sweet is the glow that
embraces these failures of the past
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”― Pablo Picasso This absent determinationWatches over time that simply refuses to haltIn the face of a starved, diminishing soul.Such creative impoverishment is thisWhere words flee and stick figures reignBreeding an utter lack of books –The kind with sweet, homely pages. Caught in […]
~ point of view: you’re walking with a friend who talks (and thinks) too much ~
“Without the color, I don’t know how to proceed. I’m lost in shades of gray.”
– Wendy Mass, A Mango-Shaped Space
“We can all create hope through action and be the light.”
cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts;
these cold words – dear, are they
for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.
Hoarse visions and misty revolutions –
Shrivelled, turbid and warm,
Drip down civilization’s neck,
Littering mausoleums
Of forgotten gold and silver.
It’s a gorgeous sight to wake up in the morning and watch the river flow as if it never had a break in its life – so controlled but so full of kind rage.
I sigh as I think about how many stories go unwritten while others are abandoned halfway.