Tag Archives: meaning

Apathy

Perhaps it should not surprise me that I have to wait until I am truly alone and have turned off all the light sources, save the computer monitor, for words to come back to me. Seclusion, it seems, have always … Continue reading

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Open the Door – Turn Me Loose

When I close my eyes I see a man running. I know that he is I, but also that I am not truly him. He is what I wish I was, a man running through the thunderous onslaught of a … Continue reading

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A Single Breath

It is out of your reach, if only by a fraction, of course, you could get it yourself ~ Eventually. I have tried to share what little I know, a handful of words at most. Alas, you live too fast. … Continue reading

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Compulsion

There is a feeling that I don’t have a word for, which I suspect might be because there probably isn’t one for it. If I were to describe it, I would begin where it begins – in the chest at … Continue reading

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Pensive

I’ve had an extended period of inactivity here on WordPress. I can’t really say that there has been any particular reason for this, unfortunately. I think it is perhaps more of a lapse with its roots in pensiveness rather than … Continue reading

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In a Passing Glance

Nary a sound carried in from outside, absent wind, yet window ajar, As young eyes, alive, engaged in wordless discourse ~ with ancient eyes, half-smiling. The spark of youth, impervious to fear, opposed by stoic gaze, too old ~ to … Continue reading

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Only the Lost

I am not so spellbound by the intended destination that I obsess over delays. Neither am I distracted to the point where I forget why I journey. However, I am prone to wander and perhaps it isn’t strange then, To … Continue reading

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