Duplicity
Often times I question the duplicity of it all. The double meaning behind the double meaning.
Am I lost to continue, or burdened to press on? Does the road end with me or is there hell to pay elsewhere?
Sorrow sleep occupies my dreams. A snaking exit made of sand of wishes. Wishes, that I do not know if I wish to come true. Will the road take me beyond you? Or drop me on your front step?
Why must we learn from our mistakes?
A sunrise not experienced is a sunrise unremarkable. Another day, another dawn to me.
Spanish flies nip at my eyes and attempt to tear me away. Do I submit to their nagging?
Or do I oppose their torment and hang on to what I have left of myself? Either way, I am running away from myself and others.
Bring me the king’s head. Even if he is I, someone will be happy.
A collection of all the things I come across while surfing the net.
