the climb and my dream

it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream

gods in the living

we are spectators normal people in normal homes in unhappy and happy families reading and dancing thinking and drinking to the tunes of the creators the gods up above in their sorrowed castles writing poems and stories and life the creators the writers the poets the understanders of life we are mere spectators dancing to… Continue reading gods in the living