Sometimes, the conduit is the biggest obstacle and all you know is that you have to pass through.
You live at the edge of every world that you come to inhabit, all systems that you find to be a part of, each concept that makes you a believer in it.
How do you manage to locate such spots so effortlessly ?
the world is a sanatorium and I am not even a vulgarian, a true hypocrite or just ‘patient’ enough.
Do not let the air around
Seek the smoke of all that
Is burning inside of you.
Save it for tomorrow.
I don’t have stories; I have moments. Moments that have stayed after the loss of people and/or of the sentiments involved. Beginnings to these are another set of moments, relevant in another time and the ends not yet known, for they continue to be alive, to grow, to breed and to give hope.