If I falter
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.”
Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
MICHAEL STEWART
“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.”
Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)
It begins where it ends…in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded…whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound – touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at…
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
Every action changes our fate.
Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.
Things happen so fast, you’re born, you fall in love, you’re old. And the greatest things get crammed into the tiniest bits of time. The briefest moments are the very ones you wish you could capture, dwell upon, live in … we want to but we can’t … good thing, that.