We are like the lemmings, rushing over the cliff edge to our demise. This is life, death beginning at birth, destined to exist only as a spark, to flash brilliantly then diminish ourselves for the rest of time, as a self, a spirit, a soul, a person, savage and gentle. I will be the moon, … Continue reading I Will See You Always

As I lay in the heart of my rickety old bed thinking the thoughts in my half clearing head happy to be a prisoner of life, pleased that I am not a cold dead thing. I wonder sometimes if I am flat, a minstrel with only one song, a prisoner with a penalty yet to … Continue reading I Want

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I am not alone, yet I am alone in myself. I am of myself, but I am one with land, sea, sky, and stars, those twinkling eyes that look down on us, that we can only see in the deepest cloudless night. I wonder who they are. I am one with all of us, all … Continue reading I Am Not Alone