I took myself back to the dream of life, stretched far, its fingers waving in the wind, loose and without direction. I have miles to tread. Un-perturbed this journey beckons. I took myself back to the dream of perception, and stared at the image, amidst colour and sky, my outline…
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Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping…
There are rocks in my river, dry and pitted, waiting for rain…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and…
Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and plight, what is necessary to create, a crying child with hallowed frown upon a mothers holy gown, she lacks a canvas to present,…
Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt not to…
Seldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for we shall seldom…
