Sunday, 21:35.
The time is up.
Words avoided me this week.
Have they abandoned me?
Or was it me who left them?
Was I supposed to chase them?
Or is this space fuller than a thousand written words?
I’m waiting for clarity.
Clarity
Recent articles
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The Courage To Be
It seems as if the core of the human condition is a tension between what man chooses to act as and what he truly is. What would his life be like, if he wasn’t in defiance of himself?
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Layers
Is life ever unjust or are all the things we perceive as injustice and broken luck simply life deviating from expectations we placed?
