“A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions”
The slow afternoon ticks by as soft tears drop from the weeping clouds, with a coffee firmly in hand I allow its intense aroma to intoxicate me. The melody of life whispers, shadows lurk.
Excuse my sporadic posts, time escapes my grasp as the words cower from my grip. My melody has been tone-death as of late. I laugh out loud my life’s a mess
Though this is the place where greatness happens, when the mind is pushed to the point of irritable boredom and painful repetition of emotions. It is where one gets up and shouts, does something crazy and it all works out.
City lights blur through my gaze, traffic thunders by as people run for cover, lost. Egos rule with success as their fuel, all beauty crushed. In the darkest hour hope glitters, before the sunrise the night becomes its darkest.