the restless ones have awoken. they are all savvy people, and they are very courteous, but when it comes to reaching a common denominator of understanding, it is a ruthless and direct process. a singular answer suffices for a multi facet function and that is the only way to go about making sense of things. i call that keeping faith, and riding on it for at least there is progress in everything when understandings are brokered.
when faith isn't enough, and it seldom is enou
i'm sorry and that's my hat. please don't take it badly for black stripes are my thing and it is obvious you do not share this sense of fashioning. here's a combination for which anything else loses relevance and no amount of focus in any number of words in any book or rhyme will suffice in my selected passion. or at least what my "no's" selected for me.
there is the "trying very hard", then there's the "denial dan" and finally the self realisation that a good idea on pape
i looked on as it possibly drowned in the floods. the tides had come fast and furious, and the torrent was relentless. even so, you would have expected it to have put up a fight against the harsh elements. well, it did, and brave it was, with an effort that belied its slimey small stature. it stood its ground. well it stood on a leaf in face of terrible winds but frogs, as hoppity as it was, also had a limit of what they could endure in a perfect storm. it could learn if it s
in all the delusions and illusions going on inside, reality and fiction seems intertwined. which reality am i awoken to, for one is endless with possibilities, whereas the other is marred in commercialism. all the folks i know, including myself, are entrenched in pop culture and all its cravings, and that is something interesting, until you realise even activism is but an extension of pop culture weaving its way into people's whims. no one ever has a staunch ambition to be so