Yonder lies the victory
After this arid land is crossed,
After trial has been vanquished,
Yonder lies the glory
After being scorned, humiliated, 107 more words
Who hides among thorns
Waiting on unafraid lovers, daring
Youths, on unashamed
Dreamers, reading eternity and memory
Along borders of underground thoughts?
A lonely lover – 59 more words
I guess it should come as no surprise to anyone who reads this blog that I like objects around the concept of time.
I like how time is simultaneously stretchy and rigid, I’m endlessly challenged by the notion of planning for the future but living for the moment, and the necessity of thinking about projects and life beyond our own lifetimes strikes me as both elemental and Quixotic. 130 more words