Childlike eyes unto the grave...
Yours to Save
Home On a Countryside Hill
We found a home on a countryside hill where countryside people cool their pies on the sill...
Ruminations of a Working Man – Ocean Stew
I've been doing too much thinkin'
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
