Creation and destruction
One cannot occurIndependently of the other
Would you go with me if I felt the need to fly away?
I know you understand the weight that the burden of your hometown’s past carries,and the ways of its omnipresence in our patch of the world.Would you pick up and go with me?I don’t want to leave to forget,I want to leave to see different things.Things nouveau to my eyes,Old things of the earth.Would you go […]
Sneaking glances,
stealing touches,we’re on different pagesof different booksbut somehowthese chaptersi n t e r t w i n e . You and I are something.
There is not much beauty
The desire to leave a mark,
some sort of lasting impression,drives the handto the pento the page.But what canthe frantic scribblesof a worn-downindividualactually doamidst theswirling fluxof the cosmos?We all want to be remembered, but is it worth the effort?
I know, it’s all been done before
Do I want to do it again?
Truth may be found in consistency.
Or maybe consistency breeds a false ideological concept of truth.