Every man is an island, each a unique, organic participant in the archipelago of humanity, freely sailing the uncertain seas between unless beaten with brute force into a single land mass.
posts from wit
I close my eyes around the cold, wet, empty air…swallowing an end, releasing.
I gazed into the abyss one day when it had its back turned and then I quickly ran away before it could find me. The abyss lost its job because of that one little slip up…
Ignored natures are snakes at the gates of our realities.