Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Children do not want to become adults. They fool themselves when they imagine that they do. But they do want to grow. Every child wants to grow, even the child left in us.
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
You sir, are the wisest of men.
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Just as long as with the wisdom I still get to be a buffoon! Thank you, sweet life. It always brightens me to hear from you. I hope your days are cherished things.
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