Author Information
Sordid Tale
Folder:
Through The Looking Glass Once upon a time, in a town not to far outside of nowhere..
there was a young boy, about the age of seven.
One day, he realized life is no different than a dime- store
choose your own adventure paperback.
He then set forth on a mission to live out the rest of his days
turning each page, not knowing what was written on the other.
never straying to far from his heart, he has lived a life many
could call adrift.
Meeting new people, influencing lives,
being influenced...in nature...loving, being alive ...being.
Being.
oh, but the story has many twists and turns indeed..like so many knots of tightly curled hair.
the loves lost, the fires, the search for higher ground.
Dragons and battles and merciless perils at sea.
Whiskey, and mischief, and pens.
A fable would be far easier to believe if you saw the world
that resides behind the gaze of my blue eyes.
O, but to love.
One may never have truly...if it were not for its loss.
But the clock will never stand still, as so shall I.
Whiskey
Mischief and pens
O to love does that connect? or a poets lament?
One may never have truly. . .
One may never have truly. . . Is my favorite line. I can imagine. I may empathize.
Can never think of what to say. Contradiction Incarnate.
A lonely contradiction. Contrasola
Ahhh awesome!! I live that
Ahhh awesome!! I love that you did this!! ;) lmao!!
I anxiously await the next chapter. :D
Existentialism
I was captured by your "being" (s). As I am Just Bein' Stella - drifted on the extended metaphor - "turning each page" etc. Cool write.
.