Strangely inspired by the tv-series Californication and humbly enhanced by the experiences of those around me
With almost a flat open I still could not see The words in the letter Bestowed upon me Seldom had I yearned to be At the peak of staggering mountains For I often found myself In hollow valleys Of dry, echoing lands An invisible thirst to cherish And be cherished: The bastard hidden … Continue reading The letter
As we travel through the course of our lifetime, are we truly evolving, or rather approaching our beginnings?
In hope of ventilating my feelings, I describe my current existential crisis in this somewhat journal entry. Enjoy!