Her one eye was blinded by the flower of the unobtainable past AND her other by the flower which was entombed to vindicate the future by means of the past. Yet the tomb is time and the flower long dead, so she must only be blind. We remember those people whose love was so bright … Continue reading Eventually



I don't really know how to write a journal entry.  I'm very much repulsed by the idea that anybody would want to hear directly about what I'm feeling.  Let me try to write like I am some wisdom bearer.  I'll try and speak as if I uncovered secrets that you had never realized. Sometimes I … Continue reading Delilah