#meanderings

I am but a shadow the other against which all find meaning without the shadow the world crumbles into nothing but tangible textures the world of shadows casts a palpable spell over what is not there the

lost in a landscape of broken dreams I found myself confronted with the words "and at once I knew I was not magnificent" but I saw her smile on the horizon and I knew contrary to the unification

cause and effect equates to numerous instances fleeting moments tethered to only the ungraspable mind that forgets the memories of its own making cause and effect a drunken moment one through which I cannot

eventual stagnation continual forgetfulness we abstain from moving toward the end with all movement confronting the destination that awaits all that breathes all that sees all that feels The Movement Series

I listened to the ocean as it breathed dispelling its secrets that no one understands like a wall with its blank conversations growing ever more complex with time that drips slowly the ever-breaking waves

stuck between the abstract lines of art gone awry and cityscapes afloat on a dream she hides behind the smile of a thousand lies she hides inside of a coffee cup she hides she hides she hides from my prying

... and now I am engaged to @urban.scout It is interesting how quickly life can happen to you. You do not own your own story, you are merely the co-author. Life happens. You can plan accordingly, and you

she was caught between dust and books drenched with poetic words that means nothing outside of its dirty pages she was caught between half a thought and a drunk idea scribbled in the margins of several

striated texture smooth flowing lines the texture demands my touch as my eyes are caught in the web of lies that I cannot escape I am required to touch, as its leaves lure me. The afternoon sun laid its

playful shadows tease the darkness that consume the light caught in a moment of utter perplexity forever solidified in a timeless instant eternal echoes reverberate through the spaceless hollows that capture

continually unfolding becoming more and more with every second an old man's fingers cracking at every limb infinite unfurling across the universe green fractals endlessly repetition spread across my body

Juan noticed at the Brazilian Carnival here in Brisbane that there was a lot of expression and fluidity that you typically don't see in normal everyday life. Guys wearing girls clothing and makeup, girls

spiritual message on awakening

to continue.... I became aware of him in 2013, by 2014 he was fading fast to almost nothing and I really wondered what had happened? Was it real? After another year and talking to other TF's online, I