on the edge of the earth where the lonely rock meets the sea, in this maelström that keeps growing harder, my hopes and solicitude collide with melancholia and torment.
Étiquette : phare
the hourglass
night is brief, time is running out, long is the path to wisdom.
far from here
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 