In the spring of our awakening.
Show me your God and I’ll show you mine.
I stand before this worn mirror And I see my haggard reflection laughing I realize my foolishness up until here: Was just another case of my thoughts being wishful
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn’t the dream destroy reality?– George Moore, philosopher
Famous people walk on the red carpet because they...
An old draft or work of an anon?
A thousand sparks racing through my head, of colours and memory, they mold and shuffle in great haste. They form pictures and portraits, ideas spilling over a cupful, said a string of words written in thread, are woven into my Thoughts, a literacy battle where each word skirts on the border. In this war of letters, precision is a must, the winners are here, and not scrawled into dust. My...
Now get out of here before I change my mind….or my mind changes me.
1922, Egypt. We wonder the desert sands, tempered by the harsh winds and the fury of the heat. They blast at us, a dire roar for us to turn back. We walk day and night through the endless sea of yellow, our feet sinking and dregging through the sorrowless sand. Nonetheless we withstand the harrowing earth and force each other onwards. We brought provisions; alas not enough nourishment for the...