I thank the stars that they do not hear my gratitude, but that they still carelessly call out for it.
I thank the stars…
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
I thank the stars that they do not hear my gratitude, but that they still carelessly call out for it.
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