Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
What about all the things you hoped for? Where are they now? What were they? How close were you before they left? Were they ever close? Were they ever something you felt? Were they ever real? What is reality when it comes to a hope, to hopes? Something drawn out like a breath, something breakable like a jade statuette, something indescribably close to feeling lost without ever having had a destination, like feeling the sunshine on your face while only expecting the dark.
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
Love the Dust