Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
What was not certain was that she had any idea what she was really doing. Every gesture seemed certain and perfectly planned, the room was made up just as she had intended it, there were even flowers in the room wilted to just the degree she had imagined in her journals. There was still something oblivious about that final moment, like she was oblivious to the finality of it, how dramatic and severe it was, how meaningless.
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