There is nothing like those for whom it is none of their business, for spying on other people's actions. Why is it that gentleman only ever comes at dusk? Why does Monsieur So-and-so never hang his key on the hook on Thursdays? Why does he always go down the back streets? Why does madame always… Continue reading a sorry state of affairs.
Author: Marryam
to unpathed waters and undreamed shores
forward
the world is a magnet, a field in every direction every perfect attraction you believe is your answer so you keep walking in a zig zag pattern, letting your feet drag in the dirt this way, or that, so many answers on which you depend, you never chose to walk straight on your own it… Continue reading forward
solitude and society
"As for the dispute about solitude and society, any comparison is impertinent. It is an idling down on the plain at the base of a mountain instead of climbing steadily to its top. Of course you will be glad of all the society you can get to go up with. "Will you go to glory… Continue reading solitude and society
reveries of a solitary walker: viii
futile
you say i didn’t try– but you just closed your eyes every time i showed you scars forming from your paper cuts you say i didn’t try– while you deftly knotted ties with the hands that once held me you grant your final gift of love you say i didn’t try, but i did– it… Continue reading futile
walking through the fire
No human life is immune from the fire. We must all, at some point or another face it. It will burn you, morph you, melt and twist your soul into something new. You cannot simply exit life in the same condition that you arrived. There are corners that you turn that are marked with small… Continue reading walking through the fire
memento mori
on a windy day secret creatures roll out to the streets to play, careless of oncoming traffic that illuminate the hill, and strike my mirage broken. the streets are still lonely and there are still only dead leaves, not creatures tumbling dry on broken pavement. the wind rocks me over warning lines that shake me… Continue reading memento mori
