Only A Memory…

Now what are you, but only a memory. I can make no more- you are only history. But what about the words you swore? The mystery behind those promises, I wish I could unfold. Now what are you, but only a memory. You were a part of me- every moment being exemplary. But each emotion,…

To Travel is to Live

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. @anthonybourdain…

Thoughts of the Earth

I am the life I create. I love nature whole-heartedly, I see no reason to hate. All things are made in time, nothing is ever late. Destruction upon destruction, homo sapiens bring us nothing but shame. From decade to decade, century to century, I am drained. But to them it does not matter, I am…

Exulansis

The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it. Whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness, which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even…