I've been doing too much thinkin'
Ruminations of a Working Man – Ocean Stew
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
