Waiting

Let us wait. For haste is not a virtue And I am content to sit Drinking the moment in From a tall glass With the past hanging on my mind Perfectly in place Like an old painting Gathering with dust Slipping into familiarity Forgotten but still Proudly hung and framed Let us paint Another pretty... Continue Reading →

Detachement

Detachment has become a way for us to navigate haphazardly through the modern terrain of existence, a terrain that increasingly seems riddled with foul creatures and immovable objects. It is from this observation that my own introspection has begun, and I intend to share the findings of it here.

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