for just an hour,
while twilight titillates the wolves
and dusk drops the last of her clothes
to bare her blackened soul,
for just an hour, 228 more words
Tags » Introspection
We must not forget to look down and admire the wildflowers, on our pursuit to conquer our destinies.
It is often as maddeningly frustrating to carry on with everyday activities as it can be to gather the courage to begin them. Amidst the frustration of finding one’s purpose in the universe, an existential cry determinedly taunts and tortures until its message becomes irritatingly profound: “ 727 more words