But truth hurts too…. So a boy whined at his parents, who told him he could no longer lie, because IT hurts….
(Un)Certain Truth(s) II of XI, or, But truth hurts too
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
But truth hurts too…. So a boy whined at his parents, who told him he could no longer lie, because IT hurts….
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
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