[427] The Song of Falling Leaves

[427] The Song of Falling Leaves

Standing under autumn⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ My mind feels like a⁣⁣⁣ silhouette of my spring ⁣ ⁣⁣⁣I look around to find rotten⁣ apples⁣⁣ that preceded the blooming ⁣⁣ecstasy ⁣we call mankind ⁣⁣Find me where you left me ⁣⁣⁣I’m quiet, my thoughts don’t speak⁣⁣⁣ A nightingale keeps me company ⁣⁣⁣in all my nightmares that I breathe ⁣⁣⁣until they plunge [...]

[379] Two Roads Diverged in a Snowy Desert

[379] Two Roads Diverged in a Snowy Desert

The making of toxic memoirs ⁣⁣⁣asI find myself driving to you ⁣⁣⁣Unable to find common ground ⁣⁣⁣I try to recall ⁣⁣lively talks that used to be ours ⁣⁣⁣⁣but the song that plays⁣⁣⁣ on the radiooverwrites all our static memories away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣The further I drive ⁣⁣⁣The less I seek you ⁣⁣⁣The more that I think ⁣⁣⁣The closer [...]

[6] I don’t know.

How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited? [...]