Between light and darkness, sandwiched between the sun and the moon, trapped within day and night lie two phenomena which has engrossed gazers and thinkers alike - dawn and dusk. We all know the day. Its the span of the twenty four hour clock when you can see what you're shown. When the world bustles … Continue reading The Transition
A view, from the other side of the valley.
Maybe she is the only one who can love me the way I want to be loved. Maybe she is the only one who understands my love.
Are our desires in the past, or futuristic?
"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great." - Roger de Rabutin
Sometimes, all it takes is a little chat to simmer down the jitters.
I make into my quietude, and try to break the impasse with my heart. 'Is this a night, or I am merely shrouded beneath her hair? Is this a mere gust of wind or the smells of her? Are these mere chitterings of birds or they carry her message?' I ask, peaceful and sagely. Even … Continue reading To Her Ravaging Memoirs
The sun remembers it's beauty of the dawn at dusk and promises more, for every dark night ends with dawn's beauty to the fore.
A string of letters, a yarn of words; Truths and lies and sayings of sorts. Knitting together a tapestry of swords; Feeling and fueling the flames of hordes. . . . Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!