Everything is ruptured, in a very beautiful way.
Like dreams that have lingered for too long.
You know what I mean ?
Like dreams that have lingered for too long.
You know what I mean ?
UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
Sometimes I wished I was writing fiction; but my metaphorical voyage through an unseen (but deeply felt) history and an impregnable fut...
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Like the incessant, engulfing wind of november, let me breeze through your mind's misty december. Through the deep valleys of green kiss...
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Time is the greatest saint. It goes on and on and on to reach eternity. Nothing and nobody can stop it, slow it down, hasten it, or turn it ...
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The journey of writing ‘UNSUPERVISED’ has been fascinating, and rather unexpected. It began with an essay I wrote over two years ago w...