far removed from the noise and the traffic , the lights and all the blare – a desperate search for passion led me to a question asked a thousand times over – is there a story id like to tell. and in asking…….I was released.
longings born of the womb will blaze their fires across time, space, death – all else is doubtful – all else is pattern woven on the shifting sands of the heart – some deep rivulets, some ephemeral oases, most mere mirages in the sand.
i steal from kundera the title to this post.
living in the blinding darkness of irrelevance, caught in a maelstrom of the mind, something in me struggles to find beauty in this realm. it struggles without the dignity of great resolve which men in this realm find respectable, however.