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Story Of The Footloose

In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.

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A Malicious Concoction

Would it be alright if I simply give in to this dark monument that rises? Large chunks of being this, … More

dark, existential, life, nature, photography, poetry, psychology, sublime, writing

Mister C eats flies

Mister C is a garden lizard of a respectable social standing and a somewhat unusually speedy disposition. Mister C spends … More

garden, life, nature, photography, story, writing

Groundless

When the world makes you cry, I feel something inside me die… lately, I’ve been feeling groundless… last night, in … More

death, knowledge, life, nature, photography, poetry, seclusion, silence, writing

Away Flees my Mourning

A tide sits upside down on the rooftop of my grandfather’s cottage in the village… Tide turns and places a … More

death, dream, life, literature, mourning, night, novalis, photography, writing

Preserving you

…what could I hope to preserve in the creases of my skin, if not the anxious heat of your fever, … More

life, love, photography, poetry, time, writing

Lost

I am a lost soldier… Where are my comrades? Are they all down? Where is the enemy? I am a … More

hope, life, lost, photography, soldier, war, writing

Blue and Yellow

Under the familiar shade of the old mango tree, I breathe easy… little blue flowers with yellow hearts… do you … More

flower, life, memory, nature, photography, poetry, writing

Green and Blue

Right outside the front door I like to sit on the second chair from the first, strumming the most obvious … More

joy, life, melancholy, nature, photography, poetry, spring, writing

Fluid World; an Unchanging Drone and a Strange Friend

…being understood… wasn’t it just so nice… simply being understood, like there’s nothing else… wasn’t it beautiful to feel like … More

Fluid World, friendship, life, melancholy, photography, poetry, writing

Fluid world; Rocks and People

Rocks are old… in the late winter sun, when I lie on them, rocks are cold… on my back… rocks … More

Fluid World, life, nature, photography, poetry, rocks, writing

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