A word has a soul. It is born of thought and it goes somewhere.
Today is my birthday.
“Where I come from, we do not do these things.”
With curious eyes, he trailed every visible body he could see, observing our existence from above.
Fall to the ground, fall again, then really fall.
Does the sun realise how silly it is to shine on dark days, or is she plain stupid to notice her light serves no purpose? Continue reading “Diamonds are found in caves.”
It’s not you, it’s me.
“No written word, no spoken plea can teach our youth what they should be; nor all the books on all the shelves”
It might be the Holy Spirit or an ancient self, directing its youth whatever it is, it whispers.
Continue reading ““Travellers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.””